Perfectionist with a paint brush,
you taught your eyes to see off-center,
your fresh angles freeing you to view
space and form with new focus.
Uniting classical with experimental,
your soft images jockeyed and danced
across paper and canvas
in charcoal, oil, and pastel,
growing more vivid and abstract
with each turn until at last
you brushed your friends away
and filled your final days
with dancers and horses
made only of clay.
©Charles Ghigna
Hi, Charles. Poems about art and artists always catch my eye (and ear). I love the sad tone of last few lines in this Degas portrait.
ReplyDeleteCharles, like Laura I am drawn to poems about artists. Yours is a thoughtful long-view of Degas' life and work. I love the echo in the last lines of the soft images jockeying and dancing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Toby and Laura.
ReplyDeleteI'm working on a book of these artist poems and will carry your kind words of encouragement with me throughout the project.