March 13, 2021

🍊 03.12.21

Does your mouth ever water when looking at still life paintings? Sometimes when I'm in front of them—Cézanne's apples, or Vollon's mound of butter—even through a digital screen, it's as if I can feel a certain precarity held at the surface. All that soft time under thick, hardened layers of paint; everything ready to spill out.

The sweetness of a ripe banana, the sting of a freshly peeled orange. I don't think I want art, or life, that merely survives—I want something that smells.

—P