By Dave Hood
It’s a representation of pleasing portrait,
Still life of sunflowers standing in a vase
memorable landscape of crimson
autumn leaves falling from maple trees.
Still life of sunflowers standing in a vase
memorable landscape of crimson
autumn leaves falling from maple trees.
It’s an abstraction crafted
of circles, squares, amorphous shapes,
Rainbows of colour.
It’s stream of consciousness,
A manifestation of the mind’s eye,
a dream like Salvador Dali’s surreal
paintings.
It’s Annie Liebowitz’s vision
Captured in a digital photograph
Of a model, movie star, famous person,
Someone, anyone in the public eye.
Some people say, “art is anything.”
Like a concept,
idea born from thoughts
traveling into, out of the mind,
traveling into, out of the mind,
revealing something
Significant about man’s
Significant about man’s
basic nature, the human condition
Society in which we inhabit.
Society in which we inhabit.
Some Art confuses, confounds
like a Rubik’s cube,
or amuse with whimsy like a cartoon,
shock as if a stranger’s
like a Rubik’s cube,
or amuse with whimsy like a cartoon,
shock as if a stranger’s
engaging in some sort of taboo,
mocks like the pop art of Warhol,
even screams as you stroll past.
mocks like the pop art of Warhol,
even screams as you stroll past.
Other art is a rerun of a b-movie,
somebody’s found object,
a ready-made, picked out of the dump,
constructed as if it were a masterpiece,
somebody’s found object,
a ready-made, picked out of the dump,
constructed as if it were a masterpiece,
displayed in an art gallery.
The best art is an everlasting memory,
pleasurable moments in time,
one of life’s simple pleasures
delights as though strolling on a sandy beach
watching a golden sunset disappearing
into the deep blue sea,
inspires you to make a purchase, hammer a hook,
adorn a wall in your abode for visitors to view,
“wows” you like driving a black Lamborghini
at high-speed on the Autobahn.