(in response to a series of preparatory studies for a large abstract canvas, by John Atkin, dated Dec.31,2023) [*]
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Tantalizing, because the gradients of color are meted out by a scheme I don't know;
The shapes are suitable for setting off the sheerest thresholds of contrast...
Color's value is shown off all the more where distinguishing it takes attention,
As if a continuum of shading went through stages of infra-mince,
Leaving a record of shift and tension, a fertile search for equilibrium.
The tiling of of shapes across the surface is irregular but integrated,
As if the sections had been given some degree of agency during formation;
They functioned as biomorphs as they sought a mutual accommodation,
Insinuating themselves into interstices among each other, obeying energizing signals,
Generating internal warmth, pulling each other like the slowest taffy
Until the embarrassments of fleshly over-and-underreach made themselves felt,
Until congealment took over and they settled into stony shapes,
But still the history of their warm churn is written in their interlock.
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