This is the poem Harold Joiner read at the opening of Colors of a Place, because it beautifully expresses his experience in developing the paintings for the exhibition.
A Painter’s Mixed Result by Audell Shelburne
I blend ocher and burnt umber, search for shades of brown to paint this desert scape, scrape the makeshift palette and hear the styrofoam sing lush tones as pale streaks take on deeper hues. I study bursts of light and shade, gaze into shimmers of heat as an aging sun blisters the sky and prepares to flood the desert in baths of blood before the darkness descends. I mix sienna and sand, wonder how to fix this image, how to show what I see blooming in brown. I dabble in drab, stipple dunes with shadows, settle for the abstract memory.