My Life in Art
My life in charcoal and ink
hidden in the darkness
where prying eyes can’t see
My life in water color pastels
visible in the light
but the lines are hazy
masking what prying eyes might see
My life in acrylic and oil
nothing hidden from the light
crisp clear lines and detail
for all eyes to see
My life in words
Would you read them?
Would they speak to you
help heal your pain?
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I also think poetry is cathARTic, helping the writer to heal through expression. Thank you for sharing the beauty of truth in your gallery, Linda.
Nice pun! Made me smile and is true, too.
Definitely a need to express one’s self, and an artist’s role it is…lovely.
Not all layers need to be revealed. I like this very much.
Linda, I am wondering if you are also a painter. I do think that through both visual art and written art (such as poetry) we share parts of our lives. The more of a person’s paintings we see, the more we know that person. The more of a person’s poetry we see, the more we know the poet. I do feel that I know you somewhat through your poetry; and yes, your words DO speak to me many times! Smiles.
I am not a painter, though my son is an artist he didn’t get it from me. This poem was inspired at a writers conference as I was surrounded by people painting and drawing. All my drawing is done with words. 🙂
I see this as a progression of life. The layers of the picture bring depth and clarity. I think our experiences should help others – heal, enrich and grow. I think you did a splendid job with this.
Love this layered portrait.
Well, we read parts of your life weekly so an answer: yes. I know I am changed with all I read – my mind may not change on something, but I gain a different understanding or I learn something about someone that makes me nod my head or look into myself or say of the person – that is amazing that thought or the way they live(d) their life. Sometimes I may not be healed but I am helped and sometimes, that is enough.
Our canvas can be drawn in so many ways.. but I guess it’s the question that we ask that make the difference in the end.
Our stories do have power, so I do think that if people took the time to read them — their lives might be changed.
that is an interesting thought – and think that it also changes constantly – sometimes ink – sometimes watercolor – the lighter parts, the blurry and the dark lines… and people can see all of it a bit in us – in our words…
Ah.. yes.. the evolution of ART growing through shades of charcoal.. colors of love.. and finally acrylic and oil.. that never fades away.. yes.. oh yes..
Art heals.. when fully expressed
and never
hidden..:)