Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if
Paul klee
out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
Immaculate canvas Awaits for brushstrokes Like a lover waiting for love Like a pen in need of use Like a mould wanting to shape, Expressions and Abstractions Materialising from minds To come alive into existence To exist, to make you see Invisible information, invisible lessons Invisible instructions, focused elements Begging to be seen through detailed intellect Deciphering the beauty that’s ours Detailing the truth that’s ours, His hand draws life contours And bits of memories resurfaces Each time we create out from genuine self And things that materialise, that we can see That we can touch, that we can feel Are all memories that we’ve remembered. -eiravel- An artwork by Paul Klee on today’s Google Doodles inspired me to write this little poem — the painting looked so captivating that it kindled my imagination. Have to say that artworks created genuinely always catches my attention, which brings out-forth my fascination for the creator of the work.
Eiravel 