https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/488043
Sister’s Spouse – 10/26/21
…and the darkness of the painting pulls you in, you need to stop, the blackness of two of the images enticing you even more, so unusual, insistent, and then everything begins to shout, “Alive”. The pool players, the white coats in action, the yellow pants, a welcome bright spot, the red almost the antithesis of red, a spot, a shirt, but of the players, the less dominant, an interesting, necessary, resting point for the eye, the white visor making the red shirt sort of “cool”. And the last man, the gray suit, static, upright, disconnected, not of the place in soul, more than just waiting his turn, eyes upon something else, perhaps of years ago, or a deeper, newer, understanding of the now. And the pool sticks pointing, and the electric wires of the dangling lamps moving, swinging, also pointing, the light green of the lamps like halos to some, hanging down, complementing the forest green of the cloth of the pool table, perhaps a yearning for where all greens spring. The colors of the pool balls, the white the dominant, the one which shoots all others, two eight balls present, always a dangerous challenge yet the ultimate goal, action, action, action, the three cigarettes and squiggly rising smoke, do not overlook, or the three, static, stoic watching silently in the back, they alone have seen it all.
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