A Poem by David Wright
First, grow one, fuss with the soil, search for ample light.
Recall the one watered to death.
Learn the name of the crazy roots (besides crazy roots).
Trace a single rhizome from node to soil. Then again. Again.
With index finger, sketch it in the air.
Forget Van Gogh. Ignore O’ Keefe.
This is your flower, its curve, its day to bloom. Find the color then close your eyes.
Wait long enough. Then, you’ll know.
Then, you’ll start to draw.
My point; to make art, to be creative, you must first experience the subject.