Again, Hélène Cisoux in The Last Portrait or a Painting of God essay states that we can say mimosa, that we can give a carefully, descriptive narrative or a subtly crafted poetic metaphor describing “mimosa”, but in the end it is only words tracking time. Paintings (painters) give face to words enabling words to be completed and then done away with. “Painters are the great lovers of the world and everything in it… able to take possession of things. Painters are bird-catchers of instants… who, only through the act of love – by the clear, star like abstraction of what one feels [they] capture the unknown quality of the instant, which is hard and crystalline and vibrant in the air, and make (it) a calculable instant greater than the event itself” (Cisoux/Lispector, 584).
