Monday, May 14, 2012

dust for life

'Monsieur Gauguin!'
'It's not for sale, Malek', Paul answered impatiently, shaking his head.
'Ah, Monsieur Gauguin, I beg of you'.
'You beg everyday. Why is that so, my friend'?
'Alright. I will tell you, Monsieur,' he murmured, rubbing his right hand over his face as though hoping not to break down. He spoke barely above a whisper. 'The child huddled is mine'.
Paul leaned in and gazed with squinted eyes at his own masterpiece, grasping it with stained finger tips towards the orange setting sun of the dirty open window. He looked at Malek incredulously. The man was wiping both eyes with his palms, hiccuping back tears.
'Here, it is yours,' he said soothingly. Paul swiveled his gaze back and forth, searching his room. 'There. I will wrap it in heavy cloth.'
'Let me give you something for it, Monsieur Gauguin', he offered in a shaken voice, 'a token perhaps, oui?'.
'No no no. Your money is like the dust on the sill to me,' the artist smiled. 'And what of it? Every other work I do will be buried in the earth when I am buried'.
'You are sad, Monsieur Gauguin', and with eager, wide open eyes, 'go and paint some flowers next!'
'I will leave flowers to my friend Vincent.'
'That mad man?'
Paul shrugged his shoulders. 'We all live on the edge of madness', he replied wistfully, turning away to the window. A breeze swept in and dried his own tears hidden in sweat. 'But you are too kind, Malek,' he said, facing him once again and towering over the hunched man. 'Here,' he said in a thunderous voice, 'this is yours now. May your child come to the table and share in the bountiful fruit of Life!'

painting: The Meal (1891)
~by Paul Gauguin


Blogger Brian Miller said...

smiles...we all do balance on the edge of madness you know...i am glad he saw his child in it and that the artist found heart enough to give away his work...what good is it to sit there any way..smiles.

5/14/2012 11:06 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

More fine writing, Phil. I often wonder about artists parting with their work. Some days I'm closer to the edge of madness than others...

5/15/2012 9:33 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

You brought the scene to life ... in living color!

5/15/2012 12:53 PM  
Blogger Catfish Tales said...

Such a creative capture. I thoroughly enjoyed the imaginative walk through. And, yes, I live with an artist/painter/teacher. They never give up their work willingly. Neither does my best friend whose small painting I bought three years ago and will only pay when she delivers. Ha! But can you blame them?

5/16/2012 2:19 PM  
Blogger Helena said...

The art world thankfully has madness in brush-stroke varying degrees. Enjoyed this read very much!

5/16/2012 6:01 PM  
Blogger Karen S. said...

A wild and wonderful ride! Thanks so much!

5/17/2012 6:25 PM  

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