Week Seven: Famous Artists: Writing

Perhaps if I'd been at the Salon d' Automne,
in 1905
my first questions would have been:
"What color was her dress?"
As I am in the new milennium
I just wonder how you did it
how you knew to make her nose the color of seafoam
her beaked arm and fan
like a sunset reflected in a puddle.
I would wonder how you dared
to make the background
as vibrant as the foreground
when that is not what we are taught
in art classes.
I wonder how it is that
she could sit there for so long
and at the last moment I think of her eyes.
Brown, like the eyes of a young doe,
a slight sheen reflected by yet another color.
Looking off into the distance.
Looking at your children.
Two artists in the room
one making art
one breathing it and being it
and one hundred years later
or more
I wish I'd been there to see it happen.