Jack Kristiansen after Portrait of Paolo Morigia You’ve posed Morigia as bookish, as in his seventies but still busy with his reading and writing. He’s removed his glasses to study you while you study him. He doesn’t see you as Judith holding a sword and the head of Holofernes. No, he’s admiring an eighteen-year-old holding a brush and palette. He’s confident you’re painting a miracle. He’ll admire the crumpling of his...

Jack Kristiansen after Paul Klee’s Uebemet (High Spirits), 1939 never mind the painter is dying an evening star can still come out and a fawn can still look on never mind it’s 1939 an enlivened cry can still fly loose never mind the dark encroaches a boy can still hang upsidedown in the park never mind a baby carriage tips up like a wheelbarrow to dump out the child a mother can still feel such glee she needs to fling out all...