/// Frederikke is Hammershøi’s mother.
His and Whistler’s resemble each other. /
They both sat in profile
for a very long while,
barely breathing. (They thought they would smother.)
/// Still, the differences here are apparent.
Just one painter’s behavior’s aberrant.
Both moms hated the sight / of her “bad side”— (the right).
Vilhelm hated his feminine parent.
/// And they don’t just face opposite ways.
There’s the question of where they can gaze.
At framed art on the wall—
or at nothing at all.
Frederikke is bored to malaise.
/// Frederikke is Hammershøi’s mother.
His and Whistler’s resemble each other. /
They both sat in profile
for a very long while,
barely breathing. (They thought they would smother.)
/// Still, the differences here are apparent.
Just one painter’s behavior’s aberrant.
Both moms hated the sight / of her “bad side”— (the right).
Vilhelm hated his feminine parent.
/// And they don’t just face opposite ways.
There’s the question of where they can gaze.
At framed art on the wall—
or at nothing at all.
Frederikke is bored to malaise.