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Make Some Art

Make Some Art

Make some art

As all appreciation is accompanied by smiles

Is it a dissertation – a poem – a scrawl?

A picture you painted – painted for the wall?

Is it a sculpted piece – minimalist and neat?

Or made of old phone books on a seat?

Make some art – re-contextualise your bed

Or go for a walk placing sticks along the path you’ve tread

Send out your message on blog vlog or instead

Say whatever comes into your head

And shout it out from your veranda

To passers by – like goosey goosey Gander

Make some art

Your appreciation will rise

If you take the time to create in any kind of guise

Splash the paint as your intuition may dictate

You are creative it isn’t too late

You are still in with a chance

To help civilisation advance

Blowsy

blowsy copyBlowsy – (Watercolour)

In light of the necessity to find answers to the hereafter question – everything else, in my life is ‘relegated’ to second place.

Fully embracing that we are to enjoy our lives in this world, and live in appreciation of everything that has been created – or that we can create, I nevertheless see the necessity of ‘seeking first the kingdom of God…’. (Matthew 6/33)

Some – one or two years ago I decided to stop posting my paintings and share Christian subject-matter and teaching, ‘interluded’ with my poetry.

But I have decided to drop the odd piece of artwork onto the blog, for your consumption.

When we were kids we played a game called blowsy. ‘Bubble-gum’ cards were collected, and we each placed one of our cards face down on the window-sill. Each person contributing one of their cards (perhaps a card they had more than one of). The idea was to blow the two cards and get them to flip to right side up. If this was done successfully our opponent forfeited their card.

Thus the above depiction.

Poetic Muse I

THE STREET IS NOT FOR SALE

The street is not for sale

Even though progress claimed it

Even though I left it

The street is not for sale

Even though I need the money

Even though it isn’t funny

The street is not for sale

It goes beyond the pale

Spiders, smells, and the odd snail

The street is not for sale

Best memories keep intact

You prise ‘em out with a jack

It’s all my front and all my back

My rearview and my heart-beat attack

My ancient recall and all

Reference to better times

Memory and emotion intertwine

The street is not for sale

It could have been somewhere else

A thousand streets in Paris or Rome

A back alley at the Picturedrome

A spontaneous sneeze before I leave

Taste the street at my feet

You can see now – why I think it’s neat

A special-any-old-asphalt surface

Always my purpose…

To return again and again – but

Times change – we move away

We have less to know and more to say

About the childhood street I do picture

It emerges at the end of my finger

Hung up on the wall

– pencil, pen and ink – fountain or ball

No price tag – not for sale

Price too high on the Richter scale

So –

The street is not for sale

  

Poetic Pause VI

EXHIBITION CONVERSATION

“I just quickly wanted to say…

I enjoyed your work

Not in a position to buy – you understand…

But just love it

I like the way you handled this lower part…

And I like the way you did the mountain…

I’d love to have them all…

But anyway – 

Nice stuff

How long did that take?

How much did you leave out..?

I just love art

But I can’t make the next exhibition I’m afraid

I think artists add spice to life…

I won’t be buying one tonight

But thanks for inviting me along

I’m buying a new car next week

Otherwise I would buy one of your pieces…

I love art”

Poetic Pause V

THE MASTERPIECE

The masterpiece of you and I

Something you contributed – but with a sigh

You can’t live up to the critics hype

That’s not you – you’re not the type

The masterpiece came into sight

Proudly displayed in the early evening light

At the railings – propped up well

‘All my own work’ – it’s not hard to tell

Masterpieces – might smile or frown

Before the wind blows them down

As the public pass to have a look

They also saw me – as an open book

And to my surprise after-awhile

It suddenly became clear the artistic-style

Was more about me – than my elbow grease

The oddity I was – became the masterpiece

 

Heading for the new land

headed for the new land

HEADING FOR THE NEW LAND

When I painted this piece – I found the subject suggesting itself, as the painting progressed.

This is usually how it works for me.

It’s an exception as I rarely set out to paint a biblical subject or truth.

But I came across the painting again (it is no longer in my possession and I have forgotten who bought it).

I was consequently reminded and reflected on the fact that I am heading for a new ‘land’.

The heaven of heavens is my destination through no merits of my own – rather because of the fact that, admitting I had no merits – led eventually to finding great grace and acceptance in Christ.

Because of what I have experienced of the heavenly sphere (already) down here in this lower sphere, I believe and therefore I speak.

II Corinthians 4/

13 And since we have the same spirit of faith, according to what is written, “I believed and therefore I spoke,” we also believe and therefore speak, 14 knowing that He who raised up the Lord Jesus will also raise us up with Jesus, and will present us with you.

I will be raised up passing from this land to the ‘new land’. Who told me that? The person who gave the words as just quoted.

The painting which of course is metaphorical shows horses being changed from flesh to spirit. 

They enter speedily into a land of light, and en route they pass a tree of life. No one can fully and completely enter the light before entering eternal life, represented by the tree.

A tree of life that in Scripture was guarded to prevent man from remaining eternally in sin.

Genesis 3/22

22 Then the Lord God said, “Behold, the man has become like one of Us, to know good and evil. And now, lest he put out his hand and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever”— 23 therefore the Lord God sent him out of the garden of Eden to till the ground from which he was taken.

24 …and He placed cherubim at the east of the garden of Eden, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to guard the way to the tree of life.

The tree of crucifixion dealt with the sin problem. Allowing man to partake of the other tree and gain eternal salvation and life through Christ.

There is no sword in the painting – to prevent the entrance to eternal life.

The painting is of course in watercolour – still a fresh and beautiful medium. Just like the gospel message.

Selah.