Thursday, June 18, 2009

Stepping in.

The most demanding part of living a lifetime as
an artist is the strict discipline of forcing oneself
to work along the nerve of one's own most
intimate sensitivity.
-Anne Truitt, sculptor.

"A Path's Tread"

How true.
From a very early age,
I felt a certain burn from the inside.
It always spoke to me
from the center of my torso
but never in clear words.

The burn was neither good or bad.
However, it did have a need to be fed.
Obtaining its nourishment through observance
by discovering and embracing the core
of the burn.

For a long time,
I did not quite get the burn,...
Why does it burn,
How did it happen,
What is it made of,
When did it start,
Who else has the burn?

Aha, time came.
I understood that I was an artist
discovering the ropes of life as an artist.
At last,
I dared enough
to embrace myself as an artist...
How beautiful,
how densely rich,
how amorally perspicacious,
I thought as I began to understand the burn.

Still, I do not know why it burns,...
or how it started.
Kindly remember, it is not good or bad.
If anything, it is more like a glow.
A glow without color,
but with immensity in unseen amenities.

Go ahead...
Tell me
What art is.
I want to know what you think.
I think...
it is like holding a floodlight
in the dark.
There is always something to discover
as the burn lingers,
as the glow deepens.

1 comment:

  1. Whoa! you did it perfectly. poem first then the picture. I love the intense burn - a lifelong thirst... you an artist. I love it.
    Beautiful. The picture - an artist with so much to tell through paintings, words, pictures, etc.