When a writer publishes a book, an essay, poems, she still always has them. The books are on the shelf, in book shops, they can be reread, collected, given away numerous times. But when an artwork goes to a gallery and is purchased, it's gone forever. Often the artist doesn't even know who bought it. So tonight, this is what Ron is dealing with.
I have brought few belongings
an easel I can pull up to the light
the sky with ladders of honey
Marjorie Agosin (excerpt from "Apple Trees" in Starry Night)