The South Shore Journal, Vol. 2, 2007, p.70.
Exhibit in Steeltown
(IUN Gallery, 2005)
Anne Fritz asked me
for an artistic statement
& I replied: I need a sense of place
before I feel its line & color.
You’d think it wouldn’t take long here,
that expression would be easy
in this ocher-grey, on this land
that balances beauty between steel and water.
It isn’t the curve of dunes or grain
or the jet-blue coils from rolling mills
that bundle up those private moments
we do not want, or can’t afford.
But the hard light, and dark-line,
the kind even a deKooning couldn’t bend,
the kind that drove Pollock in his death-Buick
to the tangle of his vision.
The truth is that here,
lines roll up inwardly,
while our colors look like dark suns,
dipped in acid.
-William K. Buckley