Stroll With An Artist

"Stroll With An Artist"

In colors unique hues solitary thoughts flow...

- Everything alive in heart and soul's emotions -

Depicting on canvas a nightmare of past blues;

A stroll under Helios' smile is a gift of life!

 

Magical hands… beautiful in creation's glow... 

Stained with oils, painting the visions of mind in action,

Carrying life's lines in all that one does for art;

Protecting, caressing; feeling the touch of beauty.

Old oak standing wise, - its natural wonders shows -

Embracing young lovers; - under its boughs all goes...

Souls entwine, - hearts in sublime time pump spirit's grace,  

Reflecting complexity's passion of the moment! 

Canvas raised as raindrops abound, - but it's done; -

Paints wet dripping, mingling with my tears of despair.

Light all-embracing - as soul takes hold in elation, -

Whilst an exoteric masterpiece is conceived!

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         "Stroll with an Artist"

I looked down at my hands, paint stained. How precious the hands are! How many people know the power of their hands?

These priceless hands of mine can paint hearts, play music, cook a gourmet meal, catch someone before they fall, caress, touch and write.

I study the shape, the length of the fingers, the bone structure, the lines on the palms; and today the paint splashed across showing the passion of my morning, now abandoned in my studio to take this walk by the river under Helios' gaze and Nature's splendor. I smiled to myself knowing that the nuances of all I wish to depict are here in front of me caressing my eyes with their lights and shades, hues and fluid strokes. I sat down on a bench closing my eyes and let in the sounds of birds singing, bees buzzing, children playing, and a voice of a girl talking to her lover. 

"You ask too much of me… you truly do! I should not have to prove it to you."

I opened my eyes and saw the young couple sitting under an oak. The wise old tree, and I touched souls as I glanced down on the scene that I now beheld. The girl's head was tilted slightly, and her jaw bone, softly demure teased a brush. Her hands on her lap, -   fingers entwined in each other - fidgeted nervously. Her lips were peach, and Helios, obviously attracted had given them light. The young man was leaning against the bark of the tree looking unperturbed. 

"My love, you have to choose him or me. If you choose him, I will be happy to turn my back and walk away. For your happiness is all I live for!"  

"How can I choose? I love you both!"

"It is not possible to love two. You can only love one!"

"No! You are wrong. I love you both enough to die for…"

"Then you do not know what love is…" 

"Love?! You say I don't know! You are dark and he is light, You are passionate and he is compassionate, you talk too much and he does not talk unless necessary, you are an artist and he is an artist, you are both pure and I quite simply love you both! Yes… oh sweetheart… say what you wish, I love you both!"

Suddenly the young man sat back, now looking slightly concerned.

"You are confused, you are mine. You have always been mine for many lifetimes. We are fated to be together. I can touch your soul like no other. Listen to me! All else is deceit, what we have is real."

"If I was to lose him, I would cease to exist. He holds me in his embrace at all times. I can feel him now. He never asks anything of me, he lives only for me. How can you be so selfish?" 

"Selfish? I believe that you are trying to drive me crazy. Selfish? He is an impostor! I am your true love… me…" 

I shifted uncomfortably on my bench for this conversation was so intense. There is a whole unseen world of souls meeting, greeting and becoming entwined. Visual it is not, but real it is. That is what I had been trying to portray on my canvas. There is Earthly love for one, worldly love for all, and soul love that can be as complicated as the secrets of the Universe, yet… if heart is open, - and soul is free - simple, it can truly be!   

The oak embracing this couple knew all the answers and looked quite amused. We all have one destination and that is to fly back into the embrace of the Light - after realizing that there is only simplicity - for love does not have borders.  

I stood up and headed back along my path to the studio. My pace quickened as I ran inside grabbing my canvas. Then I rushed back outside the door as I held it up to the sky silently screaming with all my might. Helios dived behind a cloud as raindrops fell on my work of art. Paint colors of reds and blues now trickling from canvas to hands, elbows, my face, down my neck between my breasts mingling with my tears. I sat down on the wet grass with my canvas running my fingers through my hair in frustration. Then I heard a gentle voice in my head like a sigh parting a storm:

"What is happening here? Bring the canvas inside take a shower and freshen up!"    

I stood up doing as I had been told. I put the canvas back on its easel and took a shower.   

The warm water cascaded down on me as I watched colors of ponderings flow down the drain. I wrapped myself in a towel and poured myself a glass of water. I took another look at the canvas, ruined for sure, I thought. What smiled back at me was a reflection of all I had perceived on this morning. A true masterpiece… a work of Art!

© - Carol Phelan Aebby

Reviews

[blue angel]

"The wise old tree, and I touched souls as I glanced down on the scene that I now beheld. Then I heard a gentle voice in my head like a sigh parting a storm: There is Earthly love for one, worldly love for all, and soul love that can be as complicated as the secrets of the Universe, yet… if heart is open, - and soul is free - simple, it can truly be!" - Carol Phelan Aebby

For me, those heart-searing lines drive this piece to an apex of greatness. I deeply adore the poetic intro then the capturing of the following story. The artist ponders the depths of love, the universe and nature's magnificence. Tying them all together, making a woven masterpiece upon canvas, and soul. An enrichment indeed. Thank you for sharing your artistic hands and mind. Respectfully, blue angel

[Carol Phelan Aebby]

Thank you Poet!

Your luminous presence and gracious words are treasured.

read moreThank you Poet!

Your luminous presence and gracious words are treasured.

Wishing you creativity and bliss,

With respect and smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby

[Marie]

A half finished conversation, a half finished canvas...
A miracle of wholeness.

Reality may be hidden, but artists can see it, pluck it out and paint it.

[Carol Phelan Aebby]

Thank you Poet!

Your gracious words are treasured.

With respect and smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby