Wild Woman (19.)
A thousand little paintings cover the walls
From ceiling to floor black and yellow sunflowers make up the room.
Each brush stroke speaks comfort to her soul
She refuses to set down the brush in case her mind ran away
The paint was a lifeline, a way of survival in the most troubling times.
Another canvas added to the fire
And soon not the last
For the madness runs deep.
A vast sea of emotions bottled up in the soul of this one, just waiting to explode into vibrant colors
Like dust in the wind
If she has not love, then it's art she bleeds for.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sat 24th Dec 2022 07:40
"For the madness runs deep."
In today's society, those whom we might percieve to be sane, politicians, scientists etc, appear to be responsible for the greatest of insanities; while those who appear to be "odd / mad" (artists poets) sometimes portray the deepest insights into society.
I recently watched a programme about Neolithic? man, and his compulsion to make what can only have been "abstract" art.
Fascinating.