Woman with Pears

I consider the fragility first, rather than the contour  of its curves, the ribbons of reflected light in its glaze.  For me, it becomes a study: shape hollowed, the earth’s  once-pliant, heavy, wet clay kiln-fired to brittle bisque.  This solitary pear I have kept beside a museum postcard: Cezanne’s plate of three, stilled to perfection […]