The eternal flame wailing...the watershed of your defiance...your glorious tenderness...the hope of angels.....random poetic phrases. There has always been a fire burning inside of me....As a child I ventured with Homer into fantastic worlds of Cyclops and the golden fleece....the bravado of Red-Hot Riding Hood, a jazzy take in cartoon form of the traditional tale.....Japanese proto-anime Astroboy rocketing into space to save the world...Sparkling stars...endless Caribbean Ocean, dignified Palm Trees swaying in the wind like a mythical Isadora Duncan doing her expressionistic Wundertanz...I feel so much, so deeply, so metaphorical...so passionate...so atavistic...so vibrant and colourful...and yet I live in a mostly blind world...maybe I am the blind one, who knows? I crave for a place where art and music are honored as blessings in one's life. I crave for a commUNITY where dance and poetry can overcome prejudice and ignorance. Oh, yeah...I heard it all before, so many times...I'm so naive...so very naive....and silly, and a fool, and idealistic to the extreme, and a dreamer, and ethereal to a fault, and impractical, and a weak link in today's dog eats dog world. I have heard it all before.
I am burning inside, and its a variegated flame, some call it an eternal flame, I call it a life giving flame. I see its reflection in the artists that I meet, in the music that dares to to celebrate the human spirit amidst the honks and clangs of urban traffic.
The beauty of your embrace.
The dignity of your very special dance.
The triumph of your colours against the deadly gray.
The echo of your song that penetrates the walls of doom and bring hope to all.
The Love that you bring into this sea of humanity.
I AM AN ARTIST
I AM AN ARTIST
did you hear me?
I AM AN ARTIST
I want to celebrate with you.
I am burning inside, and its a variegated flame, some call it an eternal flame, I call it a life giving flame. I see its reflection in the artists that I meet, in the music that dares to to celebrate the human spirit amidst the honks and clangs of urban traffic.
The beauty of your embrace.
The dignity of your very special dance.
The triumph of your colours against the deadly gray.
The echo of your song that penetrates the walls of doom and bring hope to all.
The Love that you bring into this sea of humanity.
I AM AN ARTIST
I AM AN ARTIST
did you hear me?
I AM AN ARTIST
I want to celebrate with you.
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6 comments:
i have been told the same thing, the dreamer, hopeless idealist LOL
i love that, that is who i am.
Did you know that I am such a dreamer that I truly believe that everyone in the world, people, flora and fauna can all be saved?
Did you know that i believe in Love despite whatever is said or done to me?
Did you know that I believe in colour and music as medicine for the soul?
oh yes my friend I am one just like you....shhhh there are millions and millions of us, and in the end Love wins.
Keep loving, keep making colour in your life, keep moving to the rhythm of the music, keep believing in the most possible thing of all, that the impossible is truly attainable, that it is nothing but our minds that creates the impression of it being unattainable.
namaste pc
xxsm
Those words leap out as if they were the sound of a trumpet, Pink Cowboy. 'I am an artist'! Yes - a rallying call indeed!
Sweemango, your words are beautiful and soft like windchimes, you move me, you are so loved.
Mr. Neckmann, I sare my artistic joy with you.
PC...you are the artist of the life giving flame. You are the triumph of colors. I see a reflection of a loving human spirit in you, breathing your love into this sea of humanity. Keep on keeping on.
(((Hugs)))
"I am the blind one, who knows? I crave for a place where art and music are honored as blessings in one's life." Oh, goodness, yes...! So do I...! How is it that the cave-dwelling troglodytes have taken over the earth? Where did the beauty and fantasy and magic go?
I absolutely love, love, love (!!!) the painting here. Did you do it? It's absolutely wonderful. It's sort of reminds me of something by Gustav Klimt or Odilon Redon. What spectaculor colors they used!
Let your light shine, dear artist. Beautiful and compelling post, Mr. Pink.
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