ubiquitous
tactile
happenings
forever
traced
in
form
of
moods
in
waiting
engagingly
radiant
expansive&
eerily beautiful
unforgettable
haunting presence
in
representation
morphed
into
patterned
people
places
images
depicted
thought
pauses
gathered
in
the
readymade
created
or found
drawing
upon
the commonplace
of life
bean tin
kitsch bin
contemplated
large & dramatique
seemingly fun
& part comique
candy floss
characters
&
fifteen minute fame
Colour intermingled
in the spectator’s eye
Divisions juxtapose
‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
Colours in contrast
one next
to another
patiently painted
dab by dab
Planes into particles
pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist,
pointillist juxtapose
into our eye colour flows.
Meticulous,mechanical
the illusion
into shape
palettes of the fleeting
made permanent
With
fingers
bent
he brushed
no more
scissors
paper
glue
alors
alors-
colour
cut-outs
litter
the floor
and
shapes
anew
so blue
so blue
Spontaneity
drips involuntary
&yet deliberate
arrested moments
from above
joyous expression
of inhibitions
inner experience
made free to be
turmoil released
..a twist here and there
unreal accidents
in time and space
MATISSE MAIDENS
Maidens..so many.
Marguerite
dressed so neat
Laurette and
Lorette so sad, so sweet.
The upstairs maid with Greta Moll
his still life doll.
Odalisques
curves and shapes,
in colour and drapes.
Chapeaux and Chevelure
with locks astray.
A sister or two,and a wife,
green with envy,
to paint
and portray
Three
dimensions
share
one
frontal
view
side
&back
converge-
stark
styles
merge
into
symbolic
cubes
silhouettes &
blurs
become simple
detail
disintegrates
out
of
focus
shapes
become
fusions of reflections
colour
shimmers
impressions melt
into
memory
of
summer
all of a
tremble
the veiled
movement
of leaves
whispering
in the breeze
abstract
illusions
of an
endless whole
yet
so alive
sunrise
sunset
water
&trees
facinations
fixed
by the
light
obsessions
of the
day
stroll within my picture..
thereby be a part
understand me
love what you see
reflection,makes me whole
no writing or talking..
only looking..and looking
a drawbridge is seen
a yellow carriage ground
grass so very green
sky and water
blue in a frame of gold
decorate the scene
as if in a dream
a starry night
cypresses over a field of corn
great sunflowers
a symphony of yellow
blue fields
as far as the eye can be seen
exaggerated proportions
bring
intangible thrills
over&over
the stylised brush-work
scene
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