Claire’s old work would surge in value, and then there would be articles
about where the promising young artist had disappeared to, rumors of
Rome or São Paolo. But she didn’t go to those places. After the show,
Claire went home and opened the door to everything on her back wall.
It was time. Nothing told her it was time; it was just time. There wasn’t
really any choice. That was like saying the rain has a choice. The sun has
a choice. She was blooming toward the final removal.
Only two things were left, the platform and the door. And what an
artist she was. Without any fear that she would never come back, she
jumped off the platform. Up, up, she went, into the mauve forever, a
single mark of contrast on a canvas with no edges, the very first stroke
Frank Montesonti is the author of two full-length collections of
poetry, Blight, Blight, Blight, Ray of Hope, winner of the 2011 Barrow Street Book Prize, and the book of erasure, Hope Tree (How
yo Prune Fruit Trees) by Black Lawrence Press. He is also author
of the chapbook Arts Grant. His fiction has recently appeared in
Joyland and Laurel Review. He lives in Los Angeles and teaches
in the MFA program at National University.