Fragments G&C #151 30"x30" gouache on w/c paper
The Voice of the Painting
I look at paintings I hear voices
Some low almost inaudible
Some scream
Some so pleasant
They seem to sing
It is impossible to know
The voice the artist
Will assume
What happens
Happens
The artist takes a risk
And then he listens
The voice so comfortable
Like a finger print
It is his along
It fits Without pressure
To be anything else
But his own
To appear naked
Without mask
No smoke and mirrors
Might scare a lesser man
Where one is taught
That it is not enough
To be oneself
I look at paintings
To climb out of myself
I become the voice
I see
I am the viewer
No one orders me
1 comment:
An artist can hear the voice of art. Just am I reminded of Whitman's 'The voice of Rain'.
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