SKETCHED LIFE

Drawing Hands by M.C.Escher     

Charcoal sketches...

Rough edges, round corners

Lines representing reality

It’s hard to see truth

Rough but so accurate

I move my hand – no blur

Gestures are in slow speed…

Like a ghostly dream state

The paper is full of smudges...

Imperfection surrounds

Crowding out truth of composition...

The arrangement seems cluttered

I look up only to see dusty particles of black-gray

I am reminded of my reality

Only a sketch

One dimensional

One Theme

Paper can be rolled up

Crumpled

Hidden 

Thrown away

What to do...

Choices...

All will see my imperfection...

Not ready...

In a gallery it will not be...

More refinement

I yield to the masters correction 

What Are the Chances

[I just came across this art project I did years ago for a sociology class. This poem and collage reflect the self doubt and soul searching most young college kids go through. I was trying to find my way in life and what I believed and where I belonged and if I really had a place in this crazy uncertain world. This is a human experience we all share - the right of passage - leaving childhood walking across the bridge to adulthood. My insight here is so profound and yes at times a bit redundant (I'm not a fan of excessive rhyming verse) but I thought worth posting. I think the reminder that God has made us all unique needs to be heard more.]

I’m one in a million…

BUT I’M STILL ALONE

I’m one in a million…

IN LINE TO THE THRONE

I’m one in a million…

LIVING HOW I SHOULD

I’m one in a million…

FORGETTING THAT I COULD

I’m one in a million…

FEELING PAIN

I’m one in a million…

STRIVING FOR GAIN

I’m one in a million…

REACHING OUT

I’m one in a million…

FORCED TO SHOUT

I’m one in a million…

LAID HEAVE WITH LOAD

I’m one in a million…

WHOSE EMBRACED THE CODE

I’m one in a million…

STRIVING TO PLEASE

I’m one in a million…

WHOSE WANTED TO FREEZE

I’m one in a million…

TRYING TO RESIST

I’m one in a million…

ANGERED WITH FIST

I’m one in a million…

WANTING TO BE

I’m one in a million…

SEARCHING FOR ME

I’m one in a million…

DID YOU HEAR ME SHOUT

I’m one in a million…

BUT I STILL STAND OUT

I-STILL-STAND-OUT

I Create

With whispers of ideas to numerous to count

Creating endlessly by the reflections of a Creator

An artist’s life is given to a brush on canvas, a pen on paper, a note soaring through the ear,

A character walking before watching eyes

How delicate – how intelligent – how noble – how limited.

The Creator has given limits, the created pushes to the far edges of those limits.

Created looks to Creator – finding inspiration, gaining insight.

The Master Artisan sets the examples.

The “limited–created” attempts to recreate those examples. 

Examples are perfect at every angle – analyzed and observed.

What is seen, heard and felt evokes a response, which fills the soul

Provoking one to tears in awe and humble appreciation.

Created grapples with understanding his limits to re-create.

It’s a hard lesson – when learned peace surrounds created, giving artistic freedom

Never achieved before.

Created places thoughts and notions in their proper order – giving understanding.

Understanding releases creativity – not trying to out do the Master Artisan

But to gain insight into perfect creation.

As he studies he attempts to come close to his Master

But always knowing his humble limits.