2008-11-09 - a course of meanderings
What constitutes art?
The critic who's smart
will typically look for something apart
from simple aesthetics
pleasing cosmetics
delights to the eye
some landscape or sky
but high in his ranking
no matter how janky
is some composition
of balanced rendition
standing apart from the rest
a brush stroke, a crosshatch, a crest,
a contour of dithers and dashes
a throwing together of splashes
splotches, swatches,
designs and lines
patterns, swirlings, beyond the confines
what constitutes form
outside of the norm
transcending boundaries pertaining
to factories and foundries remaining
in composites of those
elements juxtaposed
heterogeneous adjuncts
acceptable frameworks and rad junks
implements creating
differentiating
from meaningless scrawlings
chicken scratch crawlings
random footprints on the trail
scratches and patches and braille
What is so appealing about the ride
through the wild and rolling countryside
after working a week in the city
(aside from wreak: the nitty and gritty)
if not the random outlay
of hills by the way
winding roads on the range
random fence interchange
haphazard patterns
map happy scatters
contemplative of these:
the ambiguity of trees,
the path and the hike,
with no two alike,
a course of meanderings,
a force of no grander things,
No more uniform lines,
structural confines,
engines,
turbines,
no city bound minds.
What is art? who can say?
How can we break away
from photorealistic perfectionism
to throw our reserves to the winds of decision,
montaged onto canvas of composition
creativity, and proclivity,
methodically, and continually
to say the most with the least...
The artist, known as Matisse,
in an effort to break from the mold
of ridid confines I was told
he used extra long pieces of lead
from accross the room, it was said,
he'd do figure drawings and break
from the fear of making mistakes
He wanted a fluid connection,
not preoccupied with perfection...
Perhaps then, true art is sensation
nothing more than a qualification
a creative form of communication
evolved from concept to creation
leading off to an open trail
devoid of the failure to fail
delivered from concession
the meticulous obsession
with facts and figures - perfection
lanes and hallways,
hypnoses and highways,
dams and safeguards and stoppers
postures and techniques proper;
a type of freedom in form,
a breaking away from the norm,
a flow, a style, an avant-garde smile,
impressionism,
a fresh envision,
a breezy brace
to the collective face
of our entrenchment mannequinism.
True art is more than dots connected
on a grid or painting by numbers affected.
True art is an artform.
Formless until formed,
intangible mode of devotion...
True art is a heart in motion.
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