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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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The blue abstract did not demand center stage, or have any special specific lighting to draw one’s attention. It was just there, a silent bidding of azure and grays, whispering to the seeker in quiet undertones, barely discernible and not heard at all by the other guests in the gallery. The painting was just there. Her eyes gazed over the various Indian art, admiring turquoises centering silvers, feeling leathers, respecting the extreme artists’ inner eye in seeing what lay within sticks or stones. The sensation tapping gently along her spine could have been a hand as she turned and examined the small blue painting. No larger than a sheet of paper, yet, it drew her closer. She tried to walk away, not believing in her first glance, that eyes were where eyes should not be, mountains and spirits and faces of wolves, all there, but not. She tried to pull her attention to other simpler art, but none so compelling as the full week’s wage of blues whispering to her, petitioning her return. How she came to be in front of it, again, she can’t recall, even now, as it plays once more in her mind like a scene from a favorite movie, for it had centered within in her that well… even when the curator quietly came up to her, his silver hair glinting under recessed lighting, watching her observe the piece before her, as she stepped back, testing distance to see if the painting reached out for her, as it did… You are hearing the voices. She could only nod her head, afraid to say anything or break the chain of reach, and he spoke quietly, again, They only speak to those who want to hear. That, she knew. More and more images became apparent, unveiling themselves in layers of time, transcending earth and sky all on a small piece of paper no larger than a letter. Eventually she had to leave the gallery, but the artist’s gift would never leave her mind, it would always be just there. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-18-2004 08:53 AM).] |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Sunshine -- this is marvelous. I felt like I was right there with you looking at the hues of blue.  |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Sunshine, This was so vivid that I had to read this to my husband! He thought it was really good, too. The calling reminds me of Lorna, an elderly friend, at a gallery showing at out church. When she looked at one of the scenes with a Victorian dressed mother and child seated at the ponding watching the swans, it was if she became the little girl in the picture. You could see her fade into the painting. It was so evident that she was a part of this painting that my sixth grader collected money from friends to purchase the painting for her. It resided in her home next to the piano until she died. She sank into the painting everytime I saw her, as if a peaceful refuge. Isn't it amazing the affect art has upon us? Thank you for sharing this! ~Sadelite~ |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
She tried to walk away, not believing in her first glance, that eyes were where eyes should not be, mountains and spirits and faces of wolves, all there, but not. She tried to pull her attention to other simpler art, but none so compelling as the full week’s wage of blues whispering to Karilea, this really touched me. You made the whole scene come alive, as if I were right there in the room with her. Thank you.  Ethel |
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dinky Member
since 2002-10-19
Posts 258 |
this was fantastic, i loved it! |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
this is what it does feel like, totally absorbed in a work of art |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea...Art can and does speak, but only to someone who listens...that's you. Loved this piece of art you wrote! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I felt like this while in Washington DC at the Smithsonian |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
She tried to walk away, not believing in her first glance, that eyes were where eyes should not be, mountains and spirits and faces of wolves, all there, but not. She tried to pull her attention to other simpler art, but none so compelling as the full week’s wage of blues whispering to her, petitioning her return. ======================= You DO know how cool this one is dont ya? yessss you know...because you hear the voices...and a MOTH YELLING in your ear. WAAAAAY COOOOOL  Loved this one poetess groovy sun  How foolish must man be, not to be impressed by mountains and trees |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Sometimes you choose the road, and sometimes the road chooses you. You capture this feeling so well...I remember that museum in Amsterdam, that particular Vermeer....and losing the tour guide by being pulled back, back.... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Karilea, I can relate to these emotions. This is so true. We capture the messages. Absolutely beautiful. Love, Margherita |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
LOL@JM Love this one..because I know exactly this feeling..well described. Hugs YOU! In the midst of winter.. |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Many of your writings are like this to me. I go back to them again and again. Sometimes, certain things just draw us in inexplicable ways. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Iliana, that was exactly what I hoped would happen. Thank you for letting me know! Sadie, you could have stopped right there when you said you shared this with your husband. What a wonderful compliment. But then you continued, and shared a life's story. That, was a blessing. Thank you. Ethel, don't you know you're always with me?  Thank you dinky. Yes, Michelle. Exactly. Martie, I wanted this piece to own me. It does, but only in my mind. Dixie, that's one place on my list of things to see! Thank you. JM, not necessary, you know...I hear the whispers best!  Ed, I haven't yet been to Amsterdam, but I do know what it's like to lose the tour guide! Margherita, only if we're lucky, dear, only then. Thank you! NancyLee, I'm still laughing at JM too... KayJay...never try to explain the inexplicable. I knew the Indian curator was waiting for me to talk. I could only really move my hands, and still, that was too much. Ah Chris...you said more than enough. Thank you! [This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-19-2004 02:36 PM).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I could see it and feel it through your words Karilea...and yes... They only speak to those who want to hear. Wonderful! M  Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
i put my "dittos" in too! |
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Neeraja Senior Member
since 2002-06-22
Posts 812The Netherlands |
Oh Sunshine... this is so beautifully written... this is why I love art... what happens to you inside when you look at a certain piece... smile... the same with poetry... or nature around... this poem... your poem...just did it again... touching me inside... where love has it's home. Thank you so much!!! Neeraja |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Kari....I really like this...it was a true pleasure to read.. hugs  K |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
thank you for sharing your eyes, your words so we could enjoy these hues of blue too. You made it visible dear friend. Thank you for the beauty of Art. ((hugs)) Charisma |
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Ravenwolfvoyager Member
since 2003-12-25
Posts 326 |
Beautiful imagery my friend. A captivating story and a beautiful write as always!!!!! |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
loved it |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
Ah, another gem from the hand and soul of you. Thank you for this enjoyable poem this morning. Huggles, Marti I take no credit for my poems. Although I write them, I feel |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
a true treasure indeed ! hugssss lady ~*~ |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
Eventually she had to leave the gallery, but the artist’s gift would never leave her mind, it would always be just there. I have to admit I jumped into Passions for a sec at work today. I was so intrigued by the title of this poem...then someone got a disk stuck in a drive and I had to find my needle nose pliars. So, now here I am this evening...so savoring this piece. It's a keeper, K. Demands call and I will soon have to leave the gallery this eve...but the artist's gift...her poem, will not leave my mind...it will always be just there. Thank you for the gifts you share...each and every one. Hugs, Patricia |
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