Being Joan Miro

BEING JOAN MIRO All the common fears and complaints of life may be put to canvas one need only tap the gift Of looking into of looking through That imperceptible crowd of creative gravity where might be found Things no-things no-forms afloat whirling or resting In the unconscious mansions Find the brush’s will not your own Groups of many colors appear Scattered or blended Shapes of no earthly form Infinite the possibilities Put here-and-now aside Let the brush have its will Dave Austin