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SURRECTION
[sur-, over, above +
regere,
to keep straight, direct]
This
one belongs to the
owner of a large corporation. It hung for a while in the
corporate head
office until someone complained that the sexual symbolism was offensive
to
them. I guess they misunderstood the title, and were thinking of
the sward buried in the
little spring
at the bottom. However, that's not what the painting is
about. If
you're looking for evil , you'll see it wherever you look, whether it's
there,
or not. "When you're fighting monsters, be careful you don't
become
one yourself," Nietzsche said. The painting is actually about
getting over that kind of brain-washed pettiness and getting a life.
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Little Philosopher
Girl
On an island far
away,
the trade winds
brush the light across her face,
moonlight and
dreams hanging on her words.
She speaks of
songs from within,
of other worlds,
and visions. I hear in her voice
the wisdom of
ages, and the mysteries,
see planets spin
about her, blown through her hair
like the sands of
time.
Her eyes are the
glow of pearls
from an ancient
wind-swept sea.
Her aura shows for
a moment,
flashing
as she laughs,
sparkling,
a sun lighting the
solar system
of her
presense.
Or is it the
tropical moon
peaking from
behind its cloud, to glimpse
the strange and
wonderful fairy?
For a moment I
think she's floating
away,
but it's only
illusion,
The drunken moon
laughs
then
disappears.
Against the warm midnight
wind
she pulls her
dress over her head
to light a
cigarette,
and I am a child
of nature,
a satyr,
peaking at her
panties.
Hidden, the moon
laughs again, answered only
by the sound of
waves on our lonely beach.
Now her eyes are
echoed by the dim ember
of her cigarette as
she looks at me.
Eons of time
resume the dance
around her.
A single strand of
wind-blown hair
sticks to the edge
of her mouth.
And I feel the
presense of the whole world.
The next morning I
notice the faint vapor
of her pheromones
on my shirt.
Putting it to my
face I smell
music from within,
and worlds beyond time,
and
mysteries.
I smell the moon
laugh.
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SURRECTION
24 X 36
Acrylic |
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