art
at a lone tree
up a hill
whispers words unknown
where reality
is ineffable
abstraction takes form
the garden is a playground
immortalized, his many secrets
behind layers of paint
note : stanza 2 and 3 switched
posted by (nothingness) at 07:57
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Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
Oscar Wilde
inspired by a sketch megat did, he showed me tadi at his house. and i told him there was something about that sketch, but i wasn't so sure what it was then
as it turns out, the sketch reminded of wongkarwai's "in the mood for love" and "2046". about this tree that keeps secrets.
it's a very literal piece. but then there's another level to it that is more personal and yet also universal.
the first stanza in homage of the lonely painter
the second stanza in homage of the garden of many secrets
the third stanza is missing, or perhaps waits to be discovered
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purposeless fun
the second stanza also in homage to the art. the sketch, the painting, the prose, the craft, the film and the clothes.
the final stanza .... for me, about reconciliation, between the society and the individual
The film and the clothes?
:-)
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