Still Life

In the gallery of art, history, humanity, nature, surreal, abstract.

I find myself and my own art on critique, in display, in and out of my mind.

The past beauty or war, impressions of harems, cities and still life, move.

Stretched, often framed. On block, plasma screen, surround sounds.

Out on the street the same. Post modern, cliche, pop culture, niche.

Multidimensional beings. Flat faces vs expressive, hip, hop, jog.

The eyes, gestures, props, depictions of cultures of ages, in infinite now.

Marble sculpture tip chipped, the spear is incomplete but tells another story.

A dragon stained, slain, restored, a lion, deer, soldier, christ- lifeless.

Brilliant colours on the wall, and draped, buttoned or zipped on onlookers.

One might reflect in the glass casing, what was seen, imagined, believed.

Video art splashes images of repetitive production line, life, still life…

The gig was done, feeling full, a mission complete. It had momentum between zones, audience interaction, jam accompaniment from various musicians. Nearly all had long left, when this last piece was put.

#StillLife