Jesus, carrying what looks like a dead woman,
the exhausted body of Greta Garbo,
uses one hand to splay her sex,
small holes at the corners left by pins
from numerous previous exhibitions.
Love is not this burden of images.
It is about the skin of a surface,
the trace of the human touch.
Here there are stains, there you find
a shelf that starts with a folder
labeled “Heaven, Paradise,”
and ends with empty canvases.

Howie Good, 2015

Remixed Work:
Marlene Dumas Paints Ambiguity into a Black-and-White World, 
by Hyperallergic