Based on the painting "Still Life with Palet" by Aleksandr Zavyalov, 1960, oil on board
This is one of the many poems I wrote in the days after Eric passed. Eric left behind hundreds of paintings that I plan on catalouging, and maybe someday write to. I have already begun a cross stitch of one of his abstract works, though I think that might take awhile, lol.
Michelle, this is an inspirational piece my friend -- as a nascent artist myself, I know that we artists leave a piece of tangeable emotion, or the essence there of, on the canvas - we impart through the oil paint an emotion we desired to relate -- a mien the brush strokes provoke -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Beautifully conceptualized and expressed Michele. The formatting lends itself remarkably to the flood of feelings (in times of loss) that pass through us but are never fully cogitated.
Blessings ...
An amazing write, Michelle. They say that pain makes the pen fly. It feels like you want to keep returning to that frame, to those scraps as if to piece together all the missing and unknown about Eric... but also to search his mind and meaning as he explored his art... and to try to put the jigsaw back together and find him... there. Yes, somehow, I can see that all the fragments together might bring about a picture of his face. I am deeply moved by this and know that you will produce your finest work when you put your pen or needle to his paintings: a living tribute and testiment that will bless many others and yield big fruits for those he loved and represented. You work on a lasting legacy here. Bless you, love and continued prayers, Kate xx
Talent bursts from everthing you write. It is tough for me to single out a favorite. The way you arange words to art is quite an amazing art in itself. Im sure it is the same in your brothers work. Keep them coming. -Michael
I am very intrigued by your first line
"it opened onto it",
its meaning eludes me, so I kept coming back to this line
while reading the poem.
It is interesting to see how you included "I", "She" and "He" in such an abstract setting. An exercise worth trying!
MICHELLE I am sure Eric is smiling from a better place as he hears your words reflecting the love you have for him and his art. We all have our secret sides that we try to keep hidden away from the world for whatever fears or reasons...sometimes we are fortunate to share someone elses secrets even if only for a little whiile in life or even in the after life. Eric loved you as his only sister and best friend in the world...and he was also blessed to have that kind of love and friendship from you. A great tribute you wrote here today, thank you for sharing it.
hugs
Fee
I loved this Michelle...I KNOW what you are saying and feeling here...because I live these words...when my wife passed on her birthday last September, she left over 300 paintings. Even though we were husband and wife...I am finding paintings that she did that I have never seen before...I was always at work...and she would stay at home and paint her dreams and visions...I am sorry to hear about your brother...I did not know...I would love to see his work sometime if you have any uploaded...I love art...again...super write as I feel these words.
Personal journals are full of potential, waiting for you to add the color! Pages for you to fill in the blanks with tidbits and trivia about North Dakota
Blessings ...
Regis
"it opened onto it",
its meaning eludes me, so I kept coming back to this line
while reading the poem.
It is interesting to see how you included "I", "She" and "He" in such an abstract setting. An exercise worth trying!
Axilea
hugs
Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
This has the most delicate and reverent of touches, your feelings are deep and so meant and delivered with sadness and sincerity.
John
Allen