WHEN I SAW

When I saw and loved
Ron Gonchov's
pop art
stopped in his tracks
knowing he was a rebel
and outlaw
like me,an aesthete
and fell at
his feet
amid his abstracts
with his washes
drips,happenings
on a canvas of wit
which only a poet
could meditate on
in various stages
of his unique language
as in a "Chase St.Lounge"
or Noli me Tangere",
on various saddle
life stretchers
in a selection of mythology
from a subterranean
or Aegean perspective
in a canvas surface
of facing ages of historical
retrospective connections
in his own harmomy
of Gonchov language
at his observations
and fascinating structure
in a sequence of creations
of our gestural culture
in convergence of our lenses
from the urgency
of a poet emergency
depositing
a lyrical concave poetry
making us blind sighted
on our musical chairs
of warring convex mirrors
to share in the Europa
of our own sensual senses
from your vivid tones
in context of livid bones
between civilizations
from artifacts and layers
in abstract expression
of sexual realizations
in a textual recognition
of our mutual space
in your exhibitions,
Ron Gorchov
you sum up in art
for the whole human race.