Clay 5" 17x15x15 Artist's Statement/poem about this piece: "Barely Scathed" Next one in line,
I'm not sure anyone is desperate enough...
quite yet
to earn that title. Somewhere that ache is inside a few
and it's melting.
Twill someday be a river
just maybe.
And maybe if I hold my breath
long enough
that river will meet me. Sea dreams. ily
was barely scathed
and yet
when all alone her smile changed. She would hope
in fact
to never feel quite the same
despite her lack of visual conclusions
for all to see and sing
or fret about. She was so mesmerized
by her own shadow
that she simply could not find her way
past
all that
even with the light on. Lily had been damaged
not by fire nor strokes of a lovers pen
but by the very core of her own soul
reaching out for meaning.
Forever unguided
she longed for mysteries
unresolved conclusions
that met her closed eyes. Expecting visions
of well performed slants on life
that transfixed the mundane roads
leading to nowhere
but a well lit gallery. Passports of good faith
where all
would finally
arrive to see.
Oh,
that part
that no one sees
sweet mystery
"Bleeding Wings"
unfolded. Instigated to understand herself
moths around the light
on her back porch
she incited her own messages
words that formed
new heights
allowed to find their breath. Silly Lily
continually pricked her own finger.
Red drops of blood
with no real concern nor consequence
to cause true alarm.
Life is blood though
and blood is life
and in the end
it dries like rain in the sun.
Just like anything else
it decays
away. If she felt encouragement for anything
it was that pain is not seen by others
unless one chooses to reveal it.
The future was hers to explode upon
or not.
Her plight...
Unfold her "Bleeding Wings"
or forever note their mystery. Being next in line
is just that
ticket in hand
ready for an unknown ride
embracing the thrill
gaining passion
brush to canvas
fingers to clay
pen to paper
words
colors
forms
exploding
let out knowing
or not.
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