“Art is not about the expression of talent or the making of pretty things. It is about the preservation and containment of the soul. It is about arresting life and making it available for contemplation.”
– Thomas Moore.
For me, art-making is a truly spiritual experience. I am transported to another world, of fluid oil paint, turps fumes, and the physicality of moving a brush across a blank canvas, transforming it into a vision of another place. I am a finite creator; creating with what has already been created. Whilst I cannot envision anything essentially new, I can at least have a new way of seeing old things.
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Her laughter had the short, percussive sound of the pizzicato of a violin, highly strung, each individual vocal cord plucked with musical fingers.
The massive golden dome glimmered , shards of hope piercing corners of the street where children drew in th dust.
Frothing wild / Churning emerald / Sleepless lurching / Heavy hopes Unhappy sky / Broken clouds / Clinging future / Tossing throng Frantic wives / Crowded squarking / Vomit torrent / Tossing tid…
From the satiny darkness of a violet tunnel / Emerges a gentle flow / Of mossy orb and golden path Quiet meditation on the / Harmonies of emerald green / Rhythmic colour counterpoint / Intoxicating…
The dampened / And muffled air / Entangled the monstrous trunk / And its grotesquely twisted arms / As they clawed heaven / with / Ornate fingers Regretfully / The beloved sky / Exuded its precio…
A morning at the dentist…