Theory of Color

In the Winter of 2016, my omonim[1] visited me

And my Korean fiancé, her daughter, Emily

To plan our wedding ceremony,

Eagerly anticipating our matrimony.

Before going to dinner one night,

We visited a Merdardo Rosso exhibition.

Illuminated by interactive light,

My omonim insisted, love creates the aesthetician.

I think back often to what she said:

Indeed, True Relations clarify.

Now, I find myself well-wed,

And wise enough to never dare defy

My wife or her mother

In the least

With no one above her

I am allowed celestial peace.

Returning to Ol’ Rosso,

I enjoyed his plasters most oscuro,

Supported only by dusky luminescence

While his works in wax seemed incandescent.

-James B. Moog

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[1] Omonim means mother-in-law in Korean.