Musings on Artistic Fantasy

“Sunday morning coming down…”. We remember or have heard the line from that country song. I seem to hear it in the deep soulful voice of Johnnie Cash. I had my share of those dark empty awakenings. Enough to be thrilled and blessed with joy this Sunday to awaken to a world of freedom from self. In this world I have boundaries to express my greatest fantasies in writing and art.

Now to be sure, art is in the eye of the beholder and is intrinsically relative, but mine is definitely primitive, unpredictable. Art to me is fun and fantasy. A fellow blogger asked me recently what my favorite art “subject” is. Wow! I could not answer her. I suppose the closest I can come is “Fantasy”. Here I reluctantly and with fear and trembling, post a few of my pieces. “Sunday morning coming out…”. Feedback from any and all will be graciously accepted!    

 Cheers and Happy Sunday!  

Myra

 

 

Midas Two

Please return to me! I am transfixed and cold as stone.

Your breath upon my neck was molten honey,

Your horrible sweet strokes left me starving.

 

Return to me! Loose me from a Being of all eyes yet unseeing.

Your touch left me fair and golden. I am beautiful as a corpse,

As a subject for framing. I am gold as stone, a goddess in a painting.

Midust Tears

Creepy Crawl across my heart

Burning holes

Left gold tears of fire

Spring Bombs

Appearing like yuletide balls

Spring bombs

Sun against lunar pull exerting

 

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Converging in the heavens

Collecting, growing

Storm, wind, hail, destruction, sure

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Her beauty is the moon

Always moving

Best when Easter comes early

 

 

 

Azaleas

Flowers…..

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Try as I might, capturing the frail beauty of a bloom is beyond my blundering hand. The hues and tones of nature, bleed together mysteriously so as to create three dimensional glories worthy only of the great Creator. If I was a poet perhaps an Ode to the twining flures would suffice. 

As for today, I offer this new work. It is filled with all the joy of glorious hues and tones of nature. Every mystery of my hand and imagination gladly fumbled it onto the canvas.

One for my friend. One for my child.

Flowers…

Little Rock’in Babe

This child of ours is sometimes more joy than we can consume in one sitting. Sharing her is almost a push I feel…like it is a stewardship thing…

The Pawleys Island Festival of Music and Arts held an outdoor concert on the All Saints Parish Rectory lawn last evening. My son, his wife and the little babe were there. From the video, it seems she received as much attention as the featured musicians!

We know not yet who she will be to the world, but this we are sure of-within herself she carries unspeakable joy!