Early Days
At an early age, there is no artist, no time, no season, no cause, only passion.
Sketch pad in hand, meets babbling brook, more than a few miles from home.
Long into the still of the bright afternoon, long into the slow burning evening.
Canvas and nature one, light and shadows seducing, then evading, like home:
‘familiar, as shadow to me,
she smiles on the canvas,
an abiding light
in the window of virtuous poise;
a timeless wave
that sweeps me to eden,
where clouds find me missing
no day holds fear:
I am my master,
for my dreams are pure‘
‘Mona Lisa Light‘ – State of the Art’ Short Poem Collection: ‘Death of an Artist’ Series
Oblivious to the capricious moon, romance has no feeling for the night, the insidious dark, no ardour for the artist’s light.
But light’s greatest expression, that of victory is on a dark canvas.
Beyond the Horizon, 2
Sometimes the artist desires peace as a condition for creativity, a negative condition for benevolence to humanity:
More than a walk in the park, a faithful friend is in mind here…
At a time of dark, an early ‘soulnarrative’ piano composition, ‘Broken‘, is much more a statement of melancholy rising.
‘Lucetis’ (You Shine), a tribute to the artists amazing children, resilient in love, compassion and enterprise:
Lucetis – soulnarrative Album; You Shine © 2021
Hope is of considerable spiritual, moral and mental merit. We should never give up hope.
