Dark Shoreline
White sands and snowflakes floated about the rust-colored fog as Mr. Kimberly traveled with freckled feet across loose boards and headed toward a thin blank spot on the horizon. Kimberly reached with sweating, shaking hands for a flagpole that wasn’t really there.
“I was meant to be king,” He shouted at slivers of shadow and clouds of unknown closed eyes that studded a brick wall. He fell. And in falling, his dreams became reality. As soon as he stopped trying to breath he was able to feel the curtains of doom raise like a theater’s opening night.
As his body molded onto weathered wood moorings, he felt for a hand to grasp with his own hand, with his own heart, with his own brain that fizzled like frying eggs on a platter. He reach farther and farther. It felt empty. Yet he knew intuitively that there was something there. Something strong inside the void. And then he felt it. The emptiness that was as full as a lover’s arms, as full as a mother’s eyes, as full as a friend’s laughter.
Kimberly held on. Tight. Not for dear life. For it was too late for that. He held on to eternity. And it held him back.
Dark Shoreline is acrylic, India ink and gesso on paper
15”x22”
Dark Shoreline belongs to the following groups:
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MrTAH
touches my core…..
John Fish replied
thank you very much for your good words
seductress
Love the sparkles~!
John Fish replied
thank you for commenting
blamo
reminds me of someone departing to fresh fields .quality image
John Fish replied
thanks blamo
banrai
visionary dream story coupled with a truly wonderful painting depicting these events.. superb subtle colors
John Fish replied
thank you very much for all your comments
catherine walker
wonderful ..!
John Fish replied
thank you Catherine
John Douglas
Oh JOhn you had me even from the tile – I think htis is now my absolute most favourite of all your work – this took my breath away and I am lost for words so let me find one at least – stunning!
John Fish replied
thank you so much for these wonderful words, john.
Alexandra Felgate
Love the painterly brush strokes and spatters in this, and the sombre colours, just beautiful John.
John Fish replied
thank you for commenting Alexandra
mjart66
Nice one – fits the title to a T.
John Fish replied
thanks
Deborah Milligan
what a beautiful work john. I love the slightly oily texture just below centre. it balances the top section perfectly.
John Fish replied
thanks for your comments, Deb
CanDuCreations
I like the composition and colors a lot in this abstract
John Fish replied
thank you and glad you like it
Joe Valcourt/M...
excellent composition and the duplicity of it.
John Fish replied
thanks Joe
Druidstorm
The dream of your art captured beautifully by your soulfull words my friend! Outstanding!!!...)o(
Lynn Moore
“He held on to eternity. And it held him back.” These are two of the best, most powerful sentences I have ever read John! Amazing work all around : )
Mel Taylor
Beautiful, John!!!
Lior Goldenberg
Wonderful creation John!
Elaine van Dyk
John I am entranced as much by the writing as I am by your visual work. You are one extremely talented person. The words paint such vivid mind pictures, but ones we can also place a piece of our own stamp on. And I just love the abstractness of your visual images, the blending and the separateness of areas. Great textural appearance and employment of colour
Farras Abdelnour
omg this is absolutely gorgeous! it feels so alive!
Scott d'Almeida
awesome
GomesPereira
Graet work, John! Just like a dream, and made of the same essencial material…GP
Kathryn Potempski
splendid ,made me think of an old school poem.
Eternity
Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through the day.
Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body’s tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.
Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.
EmeraldSun
Instant FAV, John! AWESOME compelling writing and painting! This is an absolute very BEST for ME of your work!!! A top 10 for sure!
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