There’s a buzz about my paintings Though not from art collector’s or dealers There are BEES flying about my paintings Though not too much of a distraction Perhaps two or three They must be attracted to the colour In fact my whole studio is awash with it, Bright, thick, viscous colour The bees must perceive My studio as a prairie, Or that I’m a purveyor of flowers I am using a lot of Gloss lately, Especially Magnolia, The aroma is sweet; You can almost taste it Though not recommended These bees seem To REALLY like my paintings, As they’re buzzing Around with increasing Energy And Amplitude My studio must be Some kind of Sugar factory To them BZZZZ BZZZZZ I usher them out The window With some scrap Canvass Not conducive to good painting Bees buzzing about Can’t concentrate After all I do not want to get stung The windows shut The gateway blocked Free of bees Outside Noise Out There’s silence now Apart From The extractor fan Indoor noises Huuummmmmmm, Huuuummmmmmmm Huuummmmmmm, Huuuummmmmmmm Huuummmmmmm, Huuuummmmmmmm Huuummmmmmm, Huuuummmmmmmm A silence I like, Hypnotic It reminds me of being In an art gallery Good paintings are often Accompanied by The hum Of an Extractor fan, Or Air conditioner unit When you hear those Low vibrations It’s time to give The painting some Considered Thought Huummmmmm, Huummmmmm Huummmmmm, Huummmmmm Hhhmmmmmmm, Hhhmmmmmmm Hhhmmmmmmm, Hhhmmmmmmm BZZZ BZZZZ BANG BANG!!!! BANG!!!!!!!! BZZZZZZZZZZ… The bees are back! Though this time They are beating Against the windows And this time there are MORE And they are wanting IN! Buzzing around Knocking against The window They seem inebriated High on colour And Insatiable! They can’t get enough! A whole party load This time Those first two or three Reconnoiterers Must have Invited The whole hive! Sent out bee chemicals In the air Party pheromones Hey! Come get some, Fill your boots with nectar! There’s a whole sugar, Flower, plantation Factories worth here Check these paintings, Nourish yourselves, Get rapturous on colour! BZZZZZ, BZZZZZZ BANG, BANG!!!!!!! BZZZZZZZZZ… BANG! BANNG! BZZZZZ, BZZZZZZ Thankfully… All windows are shut All routes in, Blocked… Though somehow The BZZZZZ BZZZZZ Is now back INSIDE The room?????????? They are buzzing Around my paintings Again… They are crawling through The cracks In the wooden floor boards They are determined And thought this through ‘You’re living a lie’ ‘Creating tangents’ ‘Its all an illusion!’ Getting pollen from my paintings? It’s not real, no substance, There’s no nectar here! And stay away from That wet gloss You do not want to get involved With that stuff That will be the end, A very sticky end! The new batch Of interior Bees Are really erratic, Drunk on colour! These bees Must be Releasing there Volatile party Pheromone chemicals Because The exterior gang Of bees Are really Going for it now With renewed vigor BZZZZZ, BZZZZZZ, BANG BANG BANG!!! BZZZZZZ, BZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!! BANG BANG BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!! I can’t compete With this force of nature! Masking tape on the cracks of The wooden floorboards Doesn’t seem to work As two is four is six and twelve And BZZZZZZZ, BZZZZZZZ I can’t see the paint for the bees! And the entire room of Colour Is spinning… I can’t open the window To let them out cause…. This is not conducive For a good days Painting It is time to… STEP AWAY FROM THE STUDIO. Come back tomorrow, A clean slate, Blank canvass Perhaps they would have Moved on? Found a party Elsewhere… Aware of the errors Of their ways Or maybe too hung-over To care… Walking home Free of bees I wonder Wouldn’t it be Good If those bees WERE Art collectors, Or Dealers, Creating a storm, Drunk on colour Waving checks at me Through the window Shoving them through The gaps in the floor And that if it’s only Bees I seem to be Attracting lately Then perhaps All its really about Is sending out The right Kind of Pheromones
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AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |