3-point perspective with its too static lines.
Painting en plein air—the scourge of vision.
Dull sticky layers of Damarr varnish
suffocating dancers on a kinetic canvas.
Coquetry and croquet
on a green summer’s lawn.
Blue-lake skies strewn with titanium-white clouds.
Putti on ceilings. Zeus in the bedroom.
Snakes in Eden. Ready-to-sell paintings
with no tasty bits of visible underpainting.
Trompe l’oeil; still lives with dead oysters.
Patrons who decide what I should paint.
P.S. “What a horrible thing yellow is.” E. Degas
A writer and a visual artist, J. Yeasting is an admirer of life’s absurdities and the extraordinariness of the ordinary. She lives and teaches in Bellingham, Washington. Her work can be found in numerous places, including Puerto del Sol and the recent anthology, Last Call. She has never met a writing prompt she didn’t like.