structural articulations,
beneath the thoracic cage
were deemed unconvincing,
at the final stage.
it made me smile reading that. :)))
This writing....brought back both painful and wonderful memories for me. At one time I used to draw. So much so...I still have the callouses to prove it. But you wrote about stuff and gave detail about stuff that only a fellow artist can understand. I remember how I would take the pencil...and with the heavy mediums......GRIND...them down into the paper with the oils off my fingertips....this was my secret to acquiring a smooth lifelike quality to my shadowing. I remember being "frazzled" like in you poem. Always trying to perfect perfect perfect! Maybe that's why I lost my inspiration...I got tired of trying to achieve perfection. Nice work..
I'm there with the artist experiencing this frustration. It has that air of keen Victorian era observation. Nice flavour. Bohemian emotionality wrought upon the pasty, stolid indifference of the paper. Bravo, good lady. Leonardos classicicsm be damned. And pythagorean proportionality? Did they not have blueberry pie in ancient Greece. The figure speaks for itself dear lecturer. And you can tell the faculty as much.
Seems to me that this is a tribute to all that work but or and your eventual frustration! However, your ability to create beauty via words is more than obvious. Great stuff, truly.
' Smearings of crushed ~ black, carbon particles, ~ assaulted the canvas. ~
Wayward, hostile, ~ unpredictable. '
I come from Crystal Palace, so I know what a shifty ghetto is !...
Enjoyed the poem, maybe using a larger text would make it easier to read, but I worked through it and found a fine poem, what I find impressive is the way you describe the situation ( some kind of art class I presume) with big images and well observed lyrical talent, good one.
The words... Seemingly random yet perfectly suited for one another and the whole. This seems to be written as thoughts are thought... As they tumble into the mind and before we apply the polish of vocalizing them. Took me three reads to get a handle on how to interpret this. Eventually it became quite clear.
I enjoy when a writer can do this. Boggle and confuse before the moment when things come into focus. Quite a visual and tactile writing. Much appreciated.
structural articulations,
beneath the thoracic cage
were deemed unconvincing,
at the final stage.
it made me smile reading that. :)))
This writing....brought back both painful and wonderful memories for me. At one time I used to draw. So much so...I still have the callouses to prove it. But you wrote about stuff and gave detail about stuff that only a fellow artist can understand. I remember how I would take the pencil...and with the heavy mediums......GRIND...them down into the paper with the oils off my fingertips....this was my secret to acquiring a smooth lifelike quality to my shadowing. I remember being "frazzled" like in you poem. Always trying to perfect perfect perfect! Maybe that's why I lost my inspiration...I got tired of trying to achieve perfection. Nice work..