Because Words Are Often Absent From My Art

Because words are often absent from my work, I will on occasion turn over my Blog: Notes Of A Digital Artist to my Surrealist Poetry.  This is my first poem… Ever.

 

Memory Of Polynesia and Warhol.

 

Memory a Pop Art haiku. Preamble of Matisse and conceptual art in the digital art world interview.

Criticism draftsmanship and watercolor  printmaking scouring. Harmonious result quickly answered on a horseback ride. Rowing sadly the Greeks extraordinarily lumpy emotions. Delete.   The color green,  Twombly sometimes greeted sometimes difficult travel binary around the cerebellum on the right side. Voluptuous maladies 1899, sick room much of the time. Munch  on a cutout of the Grand Canyon on Mars.  Metal aluminum shiny and luminous awaiting a soul. Layers layers layers layers deconstructed and breaking, cutting, cutting into pure color creating  shape, alluding to form.

 

Digital Beatles art prints  Picasso Prince of darkness  Lord of  draftsmanship.  Henri Matisse a color beast in harmony with Tensility.   Help. Songs of Innocence hit, wonder Bob Dylan round the cars shiny surface tension Clash with a deep, Blue Something. A mode of bell bottom patchwork layering. The sharing of color found   shearing, large  scissors round  pure color. Mentally shaping a memory unable to connect with an anthology... 1. Let it be known… Naked. A winding road only to get back and dig, for you color blue. The wings of a butterfly along feeling I got that one just after the number 909.

 

So don't let me down  Gerhard Richter and let it be known  that the Rolling Stones gathering no moss and engineering of life intertwine with digital art and digital prints and the opinions about discs and thumb drives who's smart  phonies close up, and out of the universe like a fly on the wall. Mind of out time of mind bound in cold Irons blind to beauty. Blind to truth. My music my art my art my music. Back to basics. Back to Tahiti the Facebook of my soul, Louis Kahn and Peter Lik the surface of my paintings sweet deconstruction. The atmosphere the light of the Pacific golden goblets to look to stare to disappoint. A coconut along the Tradewinds. The silky sound. A lagoon of my eye plunges into my head transparent tranquil deserted, an island.

 

 Unable to draw unable to paint. A memory and a testimonial. Period Of a brand-new sensibility for today, a parallel creation a view of birth.  Rembrandt. Rise up! Digital art digital art digital prints digital prints digital art digital art digital prints digital prints digital prints digital prints digital prints digital meaning digital prints digital prints digital prints digital meaning digital art digital art digital art digital art digital art digital prints digital prints digital prints.  Wake up Picasso!  Remember Matisse!