The Artist

I sat with her as she painted....And paint she did...alas, I have always been afraid to try................

 

 

 

So now I try. Holding the pencil I step out there and inside an object.

What the f**k am I doing?

Twisting lines into fragments of nothing

Hoping I can pull something true

And through into view, into here,

The real world, or ‘how you feel’.

 

Somebody,

Anybody, one man or woman,

Even a nobody can throw those same lines onto a page

Alchemizing a perspective

Into existence as something new and tangible.

Yet I, me, and those like me who see

Chaos in all straight lines

Put rationale, confusion

And unskilled strokes into something

….anything…to make sense of this….

This page, this sheet, this new universe we attempt to conjure

And prove we are gods unworthy.

 And yet, what these…these…

…these artists do is vile,

Sitting at their canvas looking at the same as you or I

And they see something else,

Something ethereal

And then they intrude upon our colder senses

Kissing us deeply where we we were unaware could be kissed,

And they touch us

Touch us so raw that they make us

Feel so much less than they,

Make us feel human,

Feel humbled in the knowledge of owing them

For reminding us

Just how beautiful the world is.

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

yes yes :) very well done. I need to read it again though.

"What the f**k am I doing?" - I thought that was hilarious. it just totally wrapped me in. and it wasn't an unnecessary uncomfortable use of a swear, it was humorous and kind of self-belittling in a way that was quite adorable. plus, i could totally relate.... if i was trying to paint anything lol

"Hoping I can pull something true /And through into view, into here,"

Very nice lines there.

"Alchemizing a perspective / Into existence as something new and tangible."

Love the use of 'alchemizing' - i mean, seriously. can't use that very effectively in many pieces, but you rocked it here. :)

"anyhting" = stupid little typo :P

"Kissing us deeply where we we were unaware could be kissed,"

Favorite line of the piece. that is fantastic. it makes me want to write something with that line in mind. Love it.

"For reminding us /Just how beautiful the world is."

What a lovely, hopefuly way of ending this piece. I love how you go from sort of a cynicism and frustration, to an acceptance of what IS beautiful about what you're contemplating... and the artist. and all that jazz.

Great piece. :) I obvioulsy liked it if I felt the need to ramble on about is so much. I do, however, feel like it's still a little raw - like maybe you just threw this out recently? typed it right into the computer, perhaps? because with some touching and tightening, it could be a really rockin' piece.

Regardless, adore it.

[TL Boehm]

smart words in this one. I am an artist wannabe -often salivating over the works of others....you penned that gnaw with clarity - great poetry here.