February 26, 2022 – Adan’s #ArtPoems / #PhotoPoems : The Wings of Life Form From the Sky

Pink with Maroon Landscape and Bird ©Felipe Adan Lerma 10x20 Acrylic on Canvas https://felipeadan-lerma.pixels.com/featured/pink-with-maroon-landscape-and-bird-felipe-adan-lerma.html
Pink with Maroon Landscape and Bird ©Felipe Adan Lerma 10×20 Acrylic on Canvas
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I’ve had a PhotoPoems / Photo Poems series of posts seems since near when I 1st started my blog, and was tempted to call this verse, for Angel, a PhotoPoem also.

But even though I’ve a few posts tying poem and art work together, I don’t think that would be in the spirit of the thought behind the poems anymore. An art poem, I feel instinctively, is particular to the type of image – painted art, which for me is a more internally generated final image.

Pink with Maroon Landscape and Bird is a rare painted-in-one-go art work. There was nothing I felt I could add, including fill in the upper 2/3s right.

I saw the mountain-like peak in the middle top right away, then the bird’s head to its right. Then gradually, I began to see the wing spread – 1st the wing to the right, detached in style and coloring from the majority of the painting, then finally, suddenly how the pink & white tipped mountain peak could also be the bird’s left wing. I guess one can plan such an outcome, but I sure didn’t, lol!

This small painting, 10×20 inch acrylic on canvas, is also soon appearing with 2 other selections of mine in Austin’s Creative Arts Society’s 2022 Spring Online Market. I hope to have a post on that once it’s up and running ( early March I believe ). All works by the many Austin area artists represented have committed and agreed to ship any work sold ( if not local ) within the Continental US free 😊

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I’ve no time-pattern for these image/verse combinations of mine, sometimes running close together, other times, like this time round, with quite a bit a space between; I hope you’ll enjoy —

The Wings of Life Form From the Sky


From the cooling of the molten ball of rock and gas

of Earth

our souls have chosen to spring from -

I must have been among the

waves

of

gases released high above our spinning planet -

the first seeds of sentiment

springing forth.

Our souls spread slowly strongly sensuously

among the currents,

catching

bits of light, gusts, and

each other's glances as we gained

awareness of each other, finding ourselves

together, aloft, tiny feet curled underneath our wide wings.

The first flocks were our first friends.

When we lost

a friend,

we gathered tighter. Together

we felt stronger.

Alone,

we

knew not

where we were...

Together

It

didn't matter so much....

©Felipe Adan Lerma

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I didn’t grow up during any of the World Wars, but I did grow up in a very hot Cold War, which has, defying sanity, heated up again. Life will continue with or without us. It’s us who can choose, collectively, to survive and prosper, or perish. So far..we’ve chosen the former, or fought for it to be so. Please remember than when it’s time to vote later this year. I’m just gonna assume we make it that far. Defeat is not an option. It’ll have to happen despite us…

Stay well everyone! And remember, among our many options, voting is one….

Adan

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4 comments

    • So glad you liked it, Tiffany! There’s some strange & usually wonderful things going on in me as I paint and I usually just take them for granted, but had to still myself and dig in a bit to tap into the image enough to put words to it. It felt like a log jam that just gently enough let itself loosen inside and let me hear what the paint was saying 🙏 ❤️

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