There it hangs on the wall
This vast canvas,
This vast canvas drawing me in,
Drawing me in,
Into the mind of the artist.
Or is it my impression of the artist?
What thoughts of his went into this work?
What thoughts of mine come out of it?
I sit in front of it and lose myself,
Lose myself into his mind,
Wondering what he was thinking.
My mind reaches out into his world,
His world of colour,
The colours that paint my mind.
Or is it that all I see in this work
Are the colours?
The colours of Orange and Yellow.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 9th, 2017 01:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Just words about what a painting brings to me. The painting is 'Orange and Yellow' by Mark Rothko.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 43
- Users favorite of this poem: Michael Edwards
Comments6
Looks like one is looking out a window onto the floor of Death Valley at high noon .
Or the blast furnace I used to tend when looking into it as it was ready to pour .
Never been to Death Valley but I was once a metallurgist responsible for the quality of metals, including steel being produced by a foundry so yes I agrees it could be like looking inside a blast furnace.
Master or masterful ? The sidewalk portrait painters who can turn out a perfect portrait every five minutes or the masters that take eight years to paint a Mona Lisa
As soon as I saw I thought 'Ah Rothko'. Really do like this poem which doesn't simply dismiss the abstract but takes you into it - great stuff Goldfinch. I'll pop it into my favourites.
Thank you Michael. I used to work in a building where we had about 10 Rothko prints on the wall in the conference room, I was fascinated by them.
A fine write and pic.
Thanks Orchi.
It paints a great picture in mind. Definitely a great read.
Thank you Dawn, much appreciated.
Reminds me of a mirage in the hot summertime at the beach. Great write Goldfinch!
Thank you WBL.
Thanks for sharing and caring ANDY. Pictures often stir my muse and the result is what I call a TONE POEM and ORANGE & YELLOW is such a one. Seeking to abstract the meaning from a BICOLOR ! MONOCHROMES ~ especially WHITE on WHITE and BLACK on BLACK (Suprematist Paintings) leave everything to the imagination and are the ultimate. BRIAN
The mind and imagination can have a field day Brian.
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