Words now Pictures
Art and writing goes together. Recently I spent time on three 10 x 10 drawings for a local art show. What I wanted most of all were three pictures, each related and each one telling its own story. Since I love history, it didn’t take long for me to know the concept I would use but the challenge would be the small space with a great amount of detail. The second challenge; each drawing in colored pencil and not enough time, I could not use the medium I normally work with, oils, not enough time to dry. I took the challenge and went forward. When I finished the project, I came up with this short poem, “A-R-T.” I wanted to share it with you.
A-R-T
It had to be art….
It became your obsession
you craved it,
desired it,
so you knew it was art.
The right side of the brain
used your left hand,
satisfied – your appetite.
You never knew art
grew inside ones’ heart.
You sang like a bird,
flew to find another world –
then your world came alive.
It had to be art
dancing, singing, laughing,
arranging, teaching,
rehearsing –
in front of a face-less – audience . . .
Create a few lines –
deep inside,
your thought’s are processing
to your internal masterpiece.
You knew it was art
a personal memory board,
as you closed you eye’s
it flashed – on and off –
neurons danced inside your head.
It had to be art….
The day you heard a false applause,
when the audience roared –
It’s called appreciation, admiration,
no one censured
your potential strength – it was art….
no reason to patronize
illustrious, prominent
and obviously celebrated;
It was always there –
historic, momentous,
and kind:
Theories of your mind –
Pictures of the soul –
Words now pictures.
