Art as a Contemplative
Tina put Love, Live, Laugh
on the wall in wood block letters
She was blessed
One couldn't find one fault
but putting words on the wall
instead of swirling colors
Even a can of spray paint
was needed to fix
the blank-minded orders
Art was the contemplative's escape
The hermitage cleared the air
The dance of ink spots
floated while the red vortex spun
with the green borders with gathered
graphite lines
it gathered its own energy
our minds needed to see the colors
to believe even the ones showing up
behind closed eyes
phosphenes in dark blue with some white
light perception
the bands of visible spectrum
illuminating the earth
and you
The sinks became a barrier
with the body interrupting
dualism considered heresy
the paint brush linked to one's hand
it was always midnight too soon
We wanted to delve into the mystery
They couldn't lie to me
among the shimmer edges of transition
colors hummed on the edges
orange and blue especially
The screens grabbed them
while I observed from the outside
Plein art painting
of the soul trapped
the trees in bright squares, lavender trunks
with brown lines among the night blue skies.
The Art Under the Eaves
the world was always too small for me
The INFPs are the weakest
but the strongest too
the youngest old souls
who imagine other universes
under the cover of paintings
Splashing the canvases in my youth
My brushes grow smaller as I age
to dot the trees and paint the shadows in.
Given a flower a human personality standing tall
we were not wilting before our time
we wanted to live long to produce
Always painting in threes
I switch back and forth between windows
for different rooms in the brain
Each color a smell, each color a feeling
a taste better than a feast
Overdue for a Renaissance, it will come
again but not in this century
Counselor Troi with colorful beads in her hair
feeling the layers behind the textures
putting books of personality together with style
Gel press squishy taking on shades of photos
to print a leaf with its veins like ours
Acid etching the lines and those smooth stones of
lithography in the distance, and metal tools to dig in.
The speeding train of time, the pigments
captured a second in time.
The abstract art is by me too, I took a class in it. I want to explore that world more in the future.
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