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Long Live The Artist

and so our hero, the artist, forlorn as his palette, then sat down to reconsider his life not long having stepped back from his paintings only to find all his trees were blue and his people headless

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Mat Ignacio

Date: 2/9/2024 8:52:00 PM

a delicately conveyed exposition of the immutable presence of those past inner hauntings - glad to see the richness of your palette reignited in your words

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 2/9/2024 11:21:00 PM

Wow Mat, that comment is better than my poem!

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 2/9/2024 3:00:00 PM

wow that vision would be terrifying for anyone, artist or not. I suppose we can all become as forlorn as our palettes...been there with a mild form of depression...couldn't actually look people in the eyes for fear they'd see my sadness. Weird, huh? Past that now...but your poem sparked that time back from my memory. Have a pleasant evening Sara

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 2/9/2024 3:23:00 PM

I think for me, an injury at work resulted in my losing my career, what followed was a profound feeling I'd let my family down and everyone too so for me it was for fear of people seeing my failure. Even now I don't go out without a hat so I can lower my head and not see people looking. Powerful stuff poetry, which is why I found solace in it. Thanks Sara for helping me admit that.

Mark Hughes

Date: 2/9/2024 10:53:00 AM

Clive, do I interpret this to mean reflecting on mistakes made in ones life? One thing is for certain, your work is enthralling!

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 2/9/2024 11:51:00 AM

However you want to interpret it is ok. When I wrote it I was going with his paintings ending up reflecting his mood and though he probably didn't see it at the time, after stepping back that's when he saw what he had done. Also my thought on people being headless was a suggestion that the painter avoided eyes and being looked at or more relevevant perhaps, stared at. Personally I suffered with depression and avoided being seen due to stigma. Anyway it's in the eye of the reader I guess. Thanks Mark