Still Life with Basket, Still Life with Soup Tureen by Paul Cezanne

Pigments   

       Still Life with Basket by Paul Cezanne                                 

Front and center

a basket of pears perched precariously on a wooden table

covered in folds of white cloth with loose pears

a china sugar bowl

a cream pitcher tilted at an odd angle with floral designs

a grey ginger pot with almost no surface on which to sit. 

The background

right edge, an errant leg from a chair or a table

of unknown origin casting an em dash of a shadow

upper center, the bottom half of a chair

far left, a mahogany table with incoherent items

a cupboard with large gaudy flowers 

The colors and hues

the fruit, chlorophyll, anthocyanin, carotene

the cloth, the subtlest dappling of colors to make

a white as pure as the spectrum of light

the basket arched handle and lattice work

the wood glowing with warm buttery golds  

How can globs of pasty minerals and oils

concoctions of bipolar mixtures plastered flat

transform two dimensions into three

in a composition so disjointedness

so out of kilter, be so beautiful?

Pigments #2

    Still Life with Soup Tureen by Paul Cezanne                                 

Front and center

too-small a basket full of pears and apples

on a table covered with a floral mahogany tablecloth 

two pears, at loose ends, or maybe one’s an apple

(that hasn’t found itself yet), a porcelain soup tureen

(that looks like it might have come from Dollar General)

and a black bottle which could contain just about anything

(and don’t you hate bottles that get put in the cabinet unlabeled)

A skimpy French lunch of soup and wine and fruit   

The background

a bluish wall with paintings, making them paintings

within a painting, and if one had a painting within it

it would be a painting within a painting within a painting

and wouldn’t that make for some great rhythmical repetition.   

One is of a village street, another, two blue discombobulated

birds and the third a mystical green edge which could have

been a blob where green pigment leaked onto the canvas

and had to be edged so it wouldn’t look like a mistake.  

The colors and hues

the fruit, carotene, chlorophyll, anthocyanin

the cloth, a rather worn out diatomaceous print

the wall, the splotchy dappling of blues and greys 

the pictures, composed with the cheapest pigments

the bowl, simply too small for what it’s there for 

The question again

How can globs of pasty minerals and oils

concoctions of polar-opposite chemicals

plastered flat onto a two-dimensional canvas

be transformed into three dimensions

in a composition so off kilter

of such insignificance

be so beautiful?

Cezanne painted hundreds of “Still Lifes” in his life time, each and every one, a miracle of transformation.