in jeweled
patterns, colors all,
a stopping place for druther —
for beauty is its own excuse,
it really needs
no other
Tag: Art
One Type of Artistic Fate
If I could paint a picture true
Of sunny day, and waterfall,
I’d surely give it then, to you,
To hang up in your favorite hall
I’d my pour my love into this art
So you would see it, and recall —
Then you’d walk by it, every day,
And never look
At all
To share is human:
thematic unity
he’s seen a winsome face
that’s backed by ugliness;
a place that’s called the world,
a life of press and stress
of grasping in the main,
and clutching in the dark
for things that are not ours,
of lepton and of quark
and mostly empty space.
the challenge of the while:
to paint the meaningful
from so much mud, and bile —
to show that love can find a place
amid the chaos and the strife;
to find the signposts in the dust
that point towards a worthy life.
connections made of friends
and friendship shorn of lies;
the folly of the man
who seeks but to be wise
the capital we use
we shouldn’t spend at all;
the summer of our love
that only leads to fall —
the semblance of the truth
we choose to see as real;
the anger and the lust
the tango and quadrille
to show that love can find a place
amid the chaos and the pain;
to find the signposts in the dust
that lead us back to life again
to draw upon the world we know
with colors born of code and keys
to live a probiotic life
invading, but not part of,
the disease
To share is human:
Currier & Ives
Art lithographic
Still vibrant
Americana
To share is human:
Bywords
I love how Norman Rockwell has become a byword
For mediocre painters
Who perpetuated the myth
Of some idealistically pure America
And yet, his work was
Both better and
More complex than that
And he lives on
A byword for artists
Who outlast their critics
To share is human:
Watercolor
night is falling on me but i can paint it better than chemo seems to work
