Mystery of Future Romance

From the response I've gotten to my poetry, maybe more writing is in the future for me. Thank you all very much for your compliments. No major comments from the starving artist today, just that I hope there really is someone like this out there for me. I told someone else to try this, and figured I ought to take my own advice.
hope someone enjoys it.
dan




Where are you?
Through all this pain
I hear you.
Your hair dances
like a melody on the breeze,
framing your face
with joyful noise.
Your eyes show your strength-
like a river wild running,
carving a path through
a world made of stone.
Your lips are something too
tempting to touch-
when I get there,
will I dare to?
Arms reaching,
pleading - never begging-
that one eyebrow raised
makes me wonder
if maybe I'll get tickled,
and the reassuring smile
reminds me I'll not know
until I'm caught in a fit of laughter
and then after, maybe you'll hold me
or maybe you'll run.
I imagine the light in your face-
long for your embrace,
all the while that sweet voice,
reminding me that
there is a choice-
that rewards come from fighting
and working
and praying;
where are you?
Though I can't see you
I hear you,
waiting for me there,
wanting me before you have known me,
the way I want you now;
saving all the kisses
you would have blown me,
as you sent me out to
take on the day
with all the love that I'd need
if you were already mine.
time stands between us
so I can only imagine us
in green fields with clean air
and countless hours without a care
because each carries the others' burdens-
and fills in the holes
that we've made on our own.

Time for Change

Moment of Calm

wind, calm here at the ground;
up above it is pushing round
clouds of blue and gold, silver -
limitless hues of colors unnamed;
they swim together, unknowing -
purposeless except that we enjoy them
for the beauty they are showing.
birds fly across a painters dream;
seas of glory bearing no seams.
and do they know how wonderful their roads are?
do they look up and count the stars
as they travel for food, for safety, for young -
why did he look up?
why did he call for me?
of all the busy things we create,
there's something more to see.
that sky; the wind, still as a lover's gaze -
drew him away; called down into the maze
and reminded us both that there is something else.
such a moment, such a scene -
not cold nor hot, but distinctly serene -
can take the pain from the moment,
the fear from the fight;
remind us why we search for the light.



This poem was written after my father called me out onto the patio (pronounced pat ee oh) to look at the remnants of the season's first tropical storm. The clouds had dissipated, and all danger from the storm was gone now that it had made it all the way up to memphis. But it made for a beautiful sunset, the clouds reflecting all the colors of the rainbow, and in such a vivid way that it is impossible to discribe. The light reflected off the clouds made the grass look greener, the bricks on the house redder; basically multiplied the visual impact of colors even on the ground. It was as if the scene from that patio had been transported into some beautiful tropical setting - it made for quite a moment. Even in the drab surroundings of a retail driven city that straddles the interstate, radiant beauty shows up for tea every once in a while.

It made me think of all the things I take for granted as the days go by; all the flowers I never stopped to smell, and I was thankful to share something like that with my dad, regardless of our differences. It was good for me to notice the art of our God and Creator, and remember how small and imperfect the things I create are compared with his indescribable, unimaginable pallete.

back home, so more posts soon I hope; I have much to do and alot of growing and learning is way up there. thanks for checking this stuff out.
Smile, and look for the light. Love always

dan

Some New Art and Perspective in Degrees

It's been longer than a week so maybe I'll make up for lack of quantity with some quality; that's the hope anyway.

btw, you can stop or browse the music that started when you got here at page bottom!


So I got some more art to put up; the sketches are weeks old, the paintings are all new. When we are kids, there is something fascinating about superheroes. Comics, cartoons, and movies portray characters who have been given massive abilities and are thereby shouldered with the burden of protecting the good things in life. The heroics and often the human side of these characters inspire us to think in positive ways about our own gifts and talents. While we cannot lift trucks or fly like an eagle through the air, we can all do something that can inspire or help the people we come in contact with to live better lives. This despite our being human and all the natural flaws that come with that fact.



The best comics and superhero stories to me remind us not only to use our skills for the good of others, but that we have flaws that must be managed and worked through, like Wolverine's great care for others' safety balanced with a raging temper he constantly battles, for instance.

So I've made a little progress in my life and with some of the issues that cloud my mind, and I am learning that 'perspective' in life ( the way we view things ) can only be changed in degrees. Our progress must be made in tiny steps, as we live in an illusion that makes life seem like a long thing. In truth it's a breath ( see Fraser's songs in the new playlist @ page bottom, ) a whisper, but that doesn't change the fact that I have to work right now, in this moment, to make the next one ( and the way I accept and use it ) better.

These two are from an idea my dad gave me. The pictures' elements are framed by the random, natural patterns found in the woodgrain. They are painted in watercolor directly on raw wood.


And these two are a new idea, using washes for the background, and alot of texture in the acrylic paint, then using japanese ink to add contrast and 'lift' some of the elements off the canvass to show even more depth.





Last note: if anyone has any connections or advice in the freelance art and/or illustration fields, information would be greatly appreciated. I've got to find a way to increase income and share this art. It would be AMAZING to work at something like this and create income while sharing. thanks.

email is: danmarsh1@gmail.com
Hope you like the artwork. It will be another week ( got some work... ) before I get another chance to post. Pray for me if you think about it. Things aren't easy, but my perspective is better more often and I have to have faith that that alone will help.

love, faith, perseverance, and never lose hope in your life. a great song : shower the people by James Taylor. Till the next post - Dan

Something Nicer

Looking Up should be easier...

That last post was a terrible note to take a break on, so ...

The news is positive with my aunt.
Everything went as good as it could have.
So that is wonderful.

I'm not exactly atop the mountain or basking in the sunrise yet,
but I am putting one foot ahead of another.

Going to do a lot of artwork, a lot of praying and journaling.
Going to get a job or four,
Going to learn to laugh at myself again,

going to start now - and I'll post again with
something to show and say in 3 to 7 days, so please come back...
thanks for the cyber - support . Jesus loves you.