Art Show

Someone’s dog will be there
In an endearing pose
Watercolor eyes peering upward
From lovingly framed canvas
A child will be there too
Graphite grandchildren
Captured in repose
Precociously lifelike
And the barns!
Oh, the barns will be there to be sure
Rustic, Idyllic
Nestled between pastel hills
Staring across golden fields
Where fence posts always seem
In need of repair

I haven’t seen them yet
But they will be there
Obligatory as the irises,
Sunflowers and daisies
Oil based blossoms and pastel blooms
Time-frozen
Like amber imprisoned insects in gilt frames
All skillfully rendered
Beautiful reality
Again
And again
And again

But I have seen them
The dogs and grandchildren
The barns and flowers
They speak of technique
Of talent, patience and- yes- beauty
But they do not speak
To me

That small- Oh, so small- section
That wall of abstraction
Of emotion and illusion
Where most linger a moment
“Hmm, interesting.”
And move on
Those artistic explosions
Of color and shape
Form, contrast and texture
Expression of a world
Within
There I hear
Voices of truth
Singing through
From oil and canvas
In frames not frames
But windows
On another world

2012 Art Show abstract entries.  The two on the right are my creations.

2012 Art Show abstract entries. The two on the right are my creations.

More 2012 Art Show abstracts.  The one on the far right is also one of mine.

More 2012 Art Show abstracts. The one on the far right is also one of mine.

I certainly don’t mean to belittle the work of more realistic artists in any way.  The skill and patience needed for that kind of art boggles my mind.  But, let’s face it, after a few art shows all those paintings and drawings of dogs, grandchildren, barns and flowers all start to look the same.  At least to me.  But the abstract work never fails to fascinate me. 🙂

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Let Ink Be Spilled!

Paper calls out
Pens beg to be grasped
Create!  Create!
They plead
Let ink be spilled this night!
Pages
A white, virgin expanse
Unexplored land
Lines waiting to be filled
Fill them with diamonds and jewels
Fill them with the basest
Lead and ink
Chart the unknown
Un-blank the page
And map the labyrinth
Of thought

dVerse Open Link Night #115

Seekers

Walking invisible
Seeking
Ever seeking
The one who can see me

Searching for oneness
For laughter and life
For hands that seek to touch
And lips that seek to kiss
For eyes that seek to speak
Words that need not be spoken
Searching for the spark
That flares contentment
Into happiness

Invisibly walking
Someone somewhere
Seeks as I seek
Longing to see
And be seen