Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Crumpled Brown Paper; 'like children at a game;


Crumpled Brown Paper 1
 oil on gesso panel  11" x 14"


Crumpled Brown Paper 3
 oil on gesso panel  6" x 8"

Children At A Game

Perhaps it is just as well,
what with the Terra firma
shifting as it does,
most unexpectedly, 
that we are without
the warning of a
dawn's early light 
leaking from a break at the milky horizon,
allowing our small preparations
for the terrible days.
How can we know, confronted
with the everlasting silence,
what to say?

Like small children at a game,
everyone pretends to have a scheme
to get home at the call,
"all-ee all-ee in free."

Mine is a near blind reach,
for any fugitive light,
drawing a path out of darkness.
Images left behind as hopefull markers,
like breadcrumbs scattered
through the forest.

from Hedging My Bets
by Dean Taylor Drewyer

Crumpled brown paper under a spotlight, perhaps not your usual subject. It's just paper some supplies came wrapped in, far superior to little styrofoam popcorns or bubble wrap. I was searching for a trigger to get the winters' painting started and saw the paper under a light and was blown away. I'm a week in and see no reason for escape - sharpening my senses to shadow and light; directional movement; dynamic space; warm and cool nuanced color. Fun and games and wonder. Enjoy!



2 comments:

  1. I delight in everything you share, Doc. You are no stranger to any artistic medium. The "marriage" of your painting and your verse is a gift, a gourmet blend of sensory thrills. Thank you.

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    1. Thanks, Ikester. From you, a lot this means and will carry me forth when the heart falters (as it does sometimes) ......I don't know why I wrote that like a little old man from Brooklyn would talk but there it is.

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