A Thousand Words
Charles D. Tarlton
They agreed on most things, just not on art. His favorite paintings were Hans Hofmann’s solid color abstractions, hers were Gustav Klimt’s combinations of shape and object. The question was merely theoretical for him, but vital to her, because she was a painter. She mixed up colored patterns and designs with portraits or sketches of trees. One day, he was having coffee and reading on the deck when she brought out her most recent painting and leaned it against the railing. It showed an array of geometrical colored patterns surrounding a careful representation of the old, carved wooden Buddha they’d bought in Oakland. “What do you think of it?” she asked, and waited for his answer. He lay his book down, pushed his reading glasses up onto his forehead, and studied the painting. He felt that familiar tension he felt whenever they disagreed and, though he knew it was stupid, he went ahead and said, “We have cameras, you know, if you wanted a snapshot of something.” He turned back to his book as she walked away, leaving the painting behind. She came back after a minute with a big brush and a pot of black paint, and painted out the figure of the Buddha. Then she said: “Does that make you feel any better?”
Charles D. Tarlton is a retired university teacher who has been writing poetry and flash fiction since 2006. He and his wife, Ann Knickerbocker, an abstract painter, live in Northampton, Massachusetts. He has had poetry published in: Jack Magazine, Shampoo, Review Americana, Tipton, Barnwood, Abramelin, among others.