This afternoon we went to an exhibition by one of my favorite artist’s. Marie Brožova is one of my favorite artists for many reasons. For one, her and her husband Martin are friends of ours, so I’m a bit biased.
Still, you can follow the link there and check out her work and judge for yourself. Some of you will like it. If you are into rainbows and unicorns and bright colors and fairies and stuff like that, you probably will. If you are looking for black and white charcoal drawings which put the angst of our existence into sharp relief, then it’s not for you. Looking at her drawings will not depress you at all and you will walk away from the exhibit without being even the slightest bit traumatized, which you may consider a wasted afternoon.
Me, I’m into that kind of thing.
Another self-interested reason for liking her is that we’ve got a couple of collaborative projects going on. If you go up to the tippy top of this blog page you will see “poetry” on the clicky bar. That leads you to all my books of poetry, some of which have been published, some not. There’s one called Tarot Poems. She translated it into Czech and did the drawings. At my class on Thursday, the one with 3 second graders, one of them had that book and asked me to autograph it for her. It’s as close to being famous as I’ve got so far. Also, my wife and I are busy translating a couple of her books into English. That’s going to take a while.
She is an incredibly prolific artist. The pictures just keep pouring out, and she works in public – watching her draw is part of the exhibit. I asked her once if she knew how the pictures were going to turn out before she started and she said “Down to the last detail,” which really surprised me.
That’s pretty much the total opposite of the way I write poetry – I never know where it’s going. I get the first line in and then hope something follows that, and something follows that, until I get to a reasonable point for an ending.
Which is sometimes that I do with this blog, as well.

