Another quick little painting. I guess I have Valentine’s on my mind. Another painting taken at night….hate to get those shadows in it, but the paper is all one color off white.
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Wild Life for Susan Medyn, a poem by David Formanek
Wild life erupts from the crevices cracking open the planes between the daily and the unexpectable. Its rules are simple: Eat, rest, and the other thing. Wild life paints its offspring with revealing masks to attract congenial company, and repel the hungry, and stun its food before it eats. Where do you fit in, in our concrete hives, our wooden termite colonies, our iron leaves that raft us across the waters?Medynology by David Formanek, a poem about my artwork.
Everyone is many people and some of us are brightly tinted critters who converse, unmindful of their flower-freak exteriors, happy for the company of their compeers. Look this way and look that. Face the faces that favor you. It doesn’t really matter what you say, only that you’re hearing the other. The cat cries for happiness and desire. The birds call because they’re born to sing. At the same time, talk is cheap—and priceless. Are my friends tangerine, magenta, cerulean, chartreuse? Are yours chimeras, sphinxes, nymphs, and sprites? In a scale-less Eden, blossoms quiver looming over glooming trees. Anything can talk to anyone, then turn around to talk the other way.PONDERING
Watercolors by Susan Medyn · Whimsical paintings of curious creatures.
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