I look at the image and my mind expands,
Expands into the world of the artist.
I see so much,
The more I look the more I see.
My imagination delves further
Seeing things that it creates of its own accord
Triggered by the surreal images
Flowing from the artwork
Of lines, curves and colours on paper
Which keep pulling me further
Into the depths of the painting
And the mind of the painter,
Intriguing my mind yet again.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is for Michael Edwards. After seeing his image this morning on his poem "THE LIFE ARTIST" I felt I had to write these words after looking at the artwork.
- Category: Reflection
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Good write Gold.
I hope to see some local artists 'at home' soon.
One is doing recycled materials - old junk?! heehee. Nope! I was very un-cultured.
Thanks Orchi.
Art is in the eyes of the beholder.
Andy
Good poem . You can see so much in a painting .. sometimes
I surely can, I get captured into so much artwork.
Andy
I wonder the same thing myself and get those self same feelings whenever I wind my way up my spiral stairs and take a look at my own Michael Edwards original smiling back at me ................
A good un Goldie ... N 🙂
Thanks Neville, I too have a Michael Edwards artwork looking down on me as I write these words.
Andy
He is indeed a most accomplished artist and your piece today is a fine tribute to the inspiration he has given you.
That he is d a, I like all of his different styles of artwork.
Andy
“The mind of the painter.”
Each brushstroke represents
a thought. Wonderful write.
JP
So very true John. Thank you.
Andy
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