The hand that shapes the picture
holds a world in brush-stroked paint,
a glimpse of ghosted past, no future
in the black, the white, all swept away
so much debris in an ocean blue,
swallowed by the beast of distance,
and in the calm deeps of eyes,
so like yours and mine, despair.
He sees further, deeper far than we,
remembers things we never knew,
and in the mute, paint-laden brush,
a small life, sings its painted song
a life defined in an alien medium
by the unhealable pangs of loss.
16 thoughts on “He remembers home”
There’s no other place like home 😍♥️
Love the first stanza could followed with a rhythm
So poignant. It’s possible that art was a therapy for him, as the creative process is for us.
That’s why we make art. (K)
Well done, Jane! I am fascinated from the last line. Meets the painting perfect for me. Thank you for sharing. Michael
Thank you. He didn’t have a long life considering he had the best health care. Like a lot of emigrants maybe.
This sounds a little bit bad. Nowadays healthcare is optimized for earning money. The social moment of our states had left, but we are paying our officials like we can trust them like in the past.
The artist was a chimpanzee, but he was in the best of hands. Except he was far from his home. It counts.
That really counts. Great artwork indeed.
I think so 🙂
Be it ever so humble 💜💜💜
The blue might symbolize a wish for home, though I agree that it more likely stands for those who keep the artist here. The black, meaning loss, is in front of all the rest. The artist would have to be taken home before believing in home, again. The sadness of the artist’s state has been captured in words so effectively by you.
Did you know that Congo, the artist was a chimpanzee? Makes the achievement remarkable and very unsettling for our human consciences.