Dedicated to ALL People of Colour an Sound, An Abstraction

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DEDICATED TO ALL PEOPLE OF COLOUR AND SOUND, AN ABSTRACTION

 

 

I've been thinking about art lately

how it resembles life,

how I took an empty canvas,

some colours of the rainbow,

some colours of the earth,

various shades of grey and stood there

and stood there, wondering where what and how

I should

start, now mind you, as a small child I had

no such concepts I just painted within the lines

in school, with chalked fingers on sidewalks;

I often pretended I painted clouds, or at least

the faces in the clouds that sometimes looked like

smoke coming from locomotive stacks, though

lately these clouds often seem to be a shepherd's

crook, or a cross floating in the sky, I digress,

we were talking

about art, weren't we?

Since I am a Virgo I love earthen colours, ochre, bronze,

gold, silver and sienna, (love sepia photographs)

I have all but forgotten when I took these

colours and crushed them in a crucible, only white dust remained

I planted this into the ground; white flowers came up everywhere,

(I only placed white lights around my home at Christmas time),

I'd pull up the blues and the violets, the occasional sunflower

these were not in alignment with the designated white, so

once the suspicious ardour with white was extinguished, I

added colour, one at a time, back into my life and the canvas

I stood in front of had actually come to life when my

back was turned, when I wasn't looking,

and this is what happened when I searched for inspiration: much to

my surprise, one day

words fell from the sky and turned into colour that I brushed

on for more accent, with a great deal more conviction, as I cock my

head to the

right, I notice a Da Vinci smile, I turn slightly to the left and

I see a primal scream, and right in the middle of the canvas is a

mirror, who looks into that, I haven't a clue but in

my perfect abstraction

A Kandinsky painting with oceans of Iris and Rousseau animals

keep slipping off

the canvas and what I notice is how colour is becoming sound,

a concert given by all the grand masters who conduct a well-known

symphony in the sound of OM.

 

Today winter has returned, a bitter wind blows in white.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blessings, Peace and Love,

Ana