It’s taken everything to bring them here:
the peaches, grapes, oysters, the goblet of
wine, the table & cloth. Hardest of all
was keeping the snail alive 300 days,
hearty enough to survive two seconds
of posing.
We place it last, assuming the
other props will bear in the red air. They
don’t. Before the snail dies (and it dies
in “One Mississippi”) the peaches liquefy,
the grapes, too, the oysters implode like
novae. It’s a massacre, right down to the
good linen & Château Latour.
We paint it
anyway, going slow to compensate for our
ridiculous gloves, stiff necks, the dim light
of the afternoon which is blue here. It’s
worth all this to get it right. Indeed, our
life has never been so urgently shown.
How brief the fruit, the vintage & vessel.
How apt the snail, the half inch
of its glittering service.
ISSUE: Summer 2015