Art

By Diane Boisvert

Design - creative discovery. Uncovering ideas and forms that have been transplanted from the heart. Yours for the beating repetative pleading.

Anger has its own colors. Red is the most advertised hue of rage, but there are others, too. They don't fight as vehemently to be known. Blue and white are not always clean and serene. Beneath the face of peace and purity hides another side.

The alter ego of art wears a coat of many colors.

Tread lightly on the fragile branches of the tree of art. Much screams to be revealed.

The unknown begs to be known. The known wants to hide. The astute student of art sees it all. Taking a few steps back gives perspective and lacks dominance.

I look at paintings in a new light. Now I can see the darkness as well as the light. shadows can't escape my trained eye. The eye that was taught

by life.

There was a time when I could have been deceived. Sharpness has relieved my quandry. Sceptical I have become, abandonning dumbness and
 naivity.

Art calls to me often, but I don't answer right away. You call yourself art? Show me!

       

Filed under Poetry |