The Artist

Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on

The artist splashes 
white over black
silver glistens across brown
Blue is shaped
Green smudges to grey
Opalescence is given edges
Innocent limbs are
scarred by his cheek
The lightest talent
Creeping up when you least expect him
Whirling his brush
With innocent and devastating intent
Unsophisticated ability
Suddenly there
Amazement arises
From the beauty
Quieted by the skill
Awed by the silence of the brush
Leaving you to observe what you will
While he moves on to ensnare another gazer
Where did he come from
This artist of indefinable skill?
The glitterati do not like him
because he out-glisters them
They are not dazzled by his shapes
Or thrilled by his canvas
His work lacks - sophistication
For them

They cannot categorize this artist
They cannot sound knowledgeable
or impressive
Because they do not understand
But all lovers of the unimpressive
All worshippers of the stars
Will love his easy lines
They will understand his gentle arrival
And his sweet
Slithering goodbye
As the artist leaves
His painting dissolves
Gone and never there
We cry
Should such art simply disappear?
Should raw talent just fade away?
Just because
The sun rises in the east?
Or winter comes? 

© Deb Hawken
(Sometime this century)

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, after fearlessly exploring many ideas, philosophies, and tools, I finally found methods that helped me return my mind to a better normal. One of the things I hated about anxiety was the way people treated me like a fool or a problem, I have two degrees and I'm a (much) retired black belt, my IQ is decent, but I constantly felt like a complete idiot, something that was exacerbated by never feeling like the real me. The girl who could laugh endlessly about the smallest things, and had a real excitement about what life had to offer her. I didn't need anyone else to tell me I wasn't 'right', I knew that better than anyone. My mission now is to support people suffering as I did with a message of support with what they're going through, tools and ideas that might help, and a strong message of hope for the future. At 63, which I am at the time of writing, many people I know are in a rut, yet having beaten anxiety I'm now doing more with my life than I ever did when I was struggling just to get up in the morning, let alone face the day. It's a wonderful feeling - so the main message is that it doesn't matter how long you've been struggling or what age you are, when you beat anxiety you will get an entirely new lease of life - and that's fantastic at any age. On a personal note I'm married to my soul mate, we have 5 cats, and I live in the middle of the UK. I follow a number of fantastic thinkers, as it's important to immerse yourself in healthy thinking as often as you can, I'm a Toastmaster and professional public speaker, and I keep life simple and encourage my clients to do the same, and my friends.

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