Pigment (challenge winner)

You were Van Gogh: In the silent starry night I picked Shards of Picasso Faces From your eyes You were canvas And oils Powdered rainbow Prisms Watered-down colour I exposed Moments Captured in your mind Released In cat-scratch seconds And flinches A Monet Of watercolour seconds Part of a larger picture You squeeze shut eyes And grasp I blinked And missed another mural Uncovered You were renaissance: Small hands and big eyes Taking it all in; You were more shadow than light And depth of bone You explored hollow and hill, Dimension of flesh: You were a movement on your own. Contemporary tongue Mapped acrylic futures Traced concepts Invented time Painted over My lost works Covered cracked, ancient bodies Wiped history With horsehair And pigment Fine points of brushes And needles Tattoo Is the deepest That love can go When art becomes Your skin. You are Now A lost art Redefined An oral tradition Mapping Folds of human life On every surface.Thanks, vococool, for the inspiration :o) Art is a lover: it defines us by the simplest of emotions, it embraces our every desire and it stimulates every one of our senses. Art is the expression of beauty; love is the expression of beauty. In many ways they are one and the same. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 10:46 AM PST   0 • 10