Flying, Falling, Torn
I see wings fluttering. Fans through thick clouds of desire and need. No I don’t like the word need. Not I. Dodging a bullet of scorn, self pity and truth, I wish to reach into space or time or the thick frosting of memories to pull you toward me. Instead I drink black coffee and forget… it… you… me… Walking away, I slip on a flower that has been dropped by another in the hallway. The wings drip and drag and drone overhead once more. The leaves blend into tile and dirt and walls and water and space. Forgotten. Yet felt.
Flying, Falling, Torn is acrylic on canvas, combined with photography and with digital imaging.
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Sophie Shapiro
The wings drip and drag and drone overhead once more. The leaves blend into tile and dirt and walls and water and space. Forgotten. Yet felt........John these are wonderful words and your painting works so perfectly together. A very emotive collaboration that helps one see things more clearly, but still remember that one was there and felt all these things. You express yourself so very, very well and this work helps soothe the heart! Wonderful John!Sx
John Fish
thank you so much Sophie for your wonderful comment
Richard G Witham
Beautiful imagery John.
John Fish
thank you Richard
Dianne Rini
I agree withSofie, John, just beautiful.
John Fish replied
Thank you Dianne. Good to hear from you always
Kathie Nichols
Wow, John, amazingly beautiful work and words….bravo!
Helene Kippert
Beautiful work john – very evocative
DreaM
“I wish to reach into space or time or the thick frosting of memories”....... perfect translation of what this mesmerizing painting tells me!... i could not describe it better… although there is no way to describe it… i just feel it and it’s… oh!
John Fish replied
thank you so much for this comment
Joe Valcourt/M...
another stunner John. just fantastic. Joe
jomash
Beautiful reasoning and great image.
John Fish
thank you Joanne and thanks for looking
saleire
I wish to reach into space or time or the thick frosting of memories to pull you toward me. .........Amazing words…..and such a powerful image…..fantastic!!!
jase8812
Wow ! this is awesome !
RosaCobos
How much tearing forces are in what we call Love….
Miseries of abandon….
they abandon us…
We do… abandon someone..
and that we call love….
not longer sustain us,
self-pity shades our burning soul,
and mist the eyes of discerning.
But it will pass away,
torn clouds are the metaphor of cleal sky….
melted wak does not pervert the light it had kindled once.
Love is..
and will be…
All.
Rosa
melodious
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