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Author Name: FreeRoss 3 Comments
Date Added: October 01, 2006 18:10:38 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Who Paints

Using infrared technology on the Mona Lisa, that allowed them to see beneath a layer of varnish, scientists confirmed what art experts have guessed about the technique, known as sfumato, or smoky finish.  It was achieved with layer after layer of a mixture of oil, varnish and a small amount of pigment.


 


Who paints from the inside out?


It is never simply understood.


 


Reason plays on the surface elements,


What works within assembling us?


 


Men of great import, of vague inconsequence,


Pause a moment, stilled, brought into place.


 


Many have manufactured a life


to conform the outer will.


 


Few have found their spirit


drawn out in text, art, and love.


 


It remains to be expressed


if expression still matters to you.


 


Matching the self to the fathomed world


is difficult, consumes what time is left.


 


Waiting like a dancer


at the far edge of the stage,


For a music that guides the spirit on.


 


The vast expression of the voice,


The inordinate grace of the body,


Represent what we were or seemed to be.


 


The portrait has no visible stroke,


The layering beyond apparent cause,


Meaning less to the observer than the artist.


 


What we find is what we know,


Resonant in a perfection,


Granting an illuminated cause.


 

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeChuck on October 13, 2006 03:55:58 PM Report

 All true art is created from the inside out…for me, if I write something that comes from the heart it’s always going to be good to me no matter who reads it… I couldn’t do it any other way… it would lose whatever meaning it never had.  I believe good art is created for the artist by the artist...there is no other way.  


Comment By: FreeMary on October 10, 2006 11:48:31 PM Report

this was such an excellent poem though you should tell the people what the big words meant


i understood most of them


Comment By: FreeJoe Petro on October 5, 2006 08:37:08 AM Report
I read this on a few different levels Ross. The one that makes sense to me seems to be a metaphor for the human mind and body. We paint ourselves from the inside out to give a projection to our world. I thoroughly enjoyed this and the narrative. jp




 


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