Shimmer serenely… Then flash and blink Like broken bits of tesserae O NEON LIT TRAVELLER IN TIME: STAND STILL AND WATCH THE MIME. Gondoliers’ oars stir Bulls-eye circles Into green molten glass Whose wavelets lap antiphonally Smooth marble steps. Sapphires and emeralds, Pearls, rubies and gold, Filigreed arches of pale pink stones Enhanced by columns …
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The artist finds that he may live at two physical addresses, but his world is not particularly physical at all. In fact, it is a world with no boundaries or limitations.
I published a poem I wrote a few weeks before the confirmation of my first exhibition in Paris, which was called “A Magical Voyage from Paris to Venice.” The last lines characterize the power of art to look backward in time, as well as forward.
Pentimento, Pastiche, Purple-Grey skies, and Faded Palazzos: Venice in November in prose and poems.
What could be further from Maine in the Winter? Summer in Maui? This is a drive that I wrote about that will be in my mind forever . . . and the common “denominator” is rocks, basaltic rocks!
The rain tonight led me to remember a short poem I wrote about Paris, and when I brought my paintings for my Sorbonne exhibition
