The muted notes
with grace are struck
poignantly in the dark
joined softly then
with the almost biting voice
of the cello,
in it's masters lithe hands
Whirling in passion
for a moment;
they breathe as one
their siren song,
a harmony.
point, counter-point
rising like fire
Unified, and yet
Strangely separate
fiercely overcome
with love
and fervor..















Comments
Nah, actually, I love it, good job! So beautiful!
--
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
~ Robert Herrick
but thanks =]
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
--
All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
--
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
~ Robert Herrick
--
All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
aren't you the least bit contented with your work?
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
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