I walk around the gallery
The works of art so wonderful
And so different in their way.
Some pictures are obvious
And I can see exactly what they mean,
But many seem so strange
Just an image of colours
Pulling me into its wonder.
Trying to see what it means is hard
But what it gives me is a feeling,
A feeling that art is not for understanding,
Art is for creating an emotion,
An emotion within me.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 6th, 2022 01:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Music brings the same emotions to me.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments3
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
'there will never be an End
to Art's, evolution
since
there will never be an end
to our Imagination's
depths..
we merely, must Entrust
in our innate, threads
to Nature's, emotive
whispers
as our chosen vassals
of wisdom...'
(what a lovely read
on a dull, rainy
Monday morning
thank you! Andy)
Thank you for your kind words Mek, much appreciated.
Andy
So beautiful Gold, only can artist can perceive that emotion, as a piece of art in surely a Heart Craft.
All art brings emotions to me VS, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
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