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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

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 3/30/2017 5:12:00 PM

You have uniquely tapped into the abstract of his work in this marvelous piece Daver. You have given in to the freedom of your pen. Bravo! 7 ; )

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/30/2017 3:35:00 PM

I have heard of Miro, but am not famliar with his work. Daver, if you substituted a pen for the brush, this poem could be about you. It creates the uncertainty that comes to many artists who have been at their craft for years. I wish your eyes were better so you could write another novel. Maybe if you tried doing it in large print?? Now and then I find a new football movie on TV and it helps through this time when we can't see real games. Hugs for you and Bev, Carolyn