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High Desert Art

Legacy

4/30/2019

There
Have
Been
Countless
Kings
With
Flowered
Crowns
And
Silent
Queens
Of
Like
Renown
Who
Let
Their
People
Down
Through
Greed
And
Bitter
Pride
Until
They
Died.
The
Damage
Of
Their
Rule
Remained
And
Chained
The
Minds
Of
Those
Left
Behind,
That
Had
Lost
The
Moral
Will
And
Lacked
The
Necessary
Skill
To
Lead
A
Nation
Mired
In
Consternation.

Drawing

4/28/2019

*Duy Huynh*

Before
A
Landscape
Of
Misty
Gray,
The
Painter
Worked
For
Half
A
Day,
Striving
To
Say
How
All
Had
Come
To
Naught,
His
Brain
Fraught
With
The
Day
To
Day,
And
At
Four
O’clock,
He
Finished
The
Horse
And
Rode
Away.

Creation

4/26/2019

*Raised Copper Figure* 14" L Mounted on Rosewood 11 7/8" L X 5 1/4" W

Gods
Squeezed
From
A
Stone
Blood
And
Bone
And
Watched
It
Grow
Into
A
Shape
We
Know
As
Woman,
Hip
To
Nape,
To
Ride
The
Divide
Of
Strife
And
Hold
Inside
All
Tenderness,
To
Bless
Your
Life.

Critique

4/24/2019

*Angel 4* 36" H X 30" W Acrylic On Linen

Oh,
No,
They
Said,
She
Paints
Strange
Things
With
Wings,
Rearranges
And
Leaves
Off
The
Head
In
A
Manner
Most
Ill
Bred.
What
Ever
Is
She
Doing,
Artistic
Danger
Is
Brewing.
She
Answers
Only
With
A
Sigh.
It
Seems
She
Must
Defy,
Spit
In
Our
Eye
And
Fly
Away,
And
We’ll
Have
Nothing
More
To
Say.

Chapeau

4/22/2019

*Hatstand* Steel, Brass And Aluminum Adjustable Height 5" Diameter Base

There
Is
No
Doubt
That
I need
A
Place
To
Put
My
Hat.
Not
On
A
Hook,
Or
Atop
A
Current
Book,
Not
On
A
Door
Knob,
(The
Sure
Sign
Of
A
Slob)
But
Held
Aloft
On
Something
I made
To
Hold
The
Fashionable
Hat
I wear
For
Shade.

Righteous

4/20/2019

*Crucifix* Assemblage 10" H X 6 1/2" W X 3 1/4 " D Cocobolo Base.

No
One
Can
Have
Died
For
My
Sin,
Since
I was
Not
Alive
Then,
When
Stories
Told
By
A
Few
Grew
Into
Myth,
Then
Forthwith
Into
Legend,
Then
To
Gospel
Truth
In
Mankind’s
Uncertain
Youth.
Yet
Today,
This
Faith
Is
Become
A
Punishing
Wraith,
Haunting
Hateful
Schemes
By
Zealots
Who
Yearn
To
Strike
Another’s
Hopes
Down,
Because
They
Are
Alien,
Or
Female,
Or
Brown.

Rovers

4/18/2019

*The Bottom Of The Sea* Oil On Paper

Flying
Toward
The
Islands,
You
And
Me,
Suspended
High
Above
The
Roiling
Sea,
Our
Voyage
In
The
Air
Distant
As
Can
Be
From
Sand
And
Salt,
The
Ocean
Caught
In
Its
Earthen
Vault,
And
Gazing
Down
We
Can
See
The
Depths
Of
Eternity.

Buoyant

4/16/2019

*Escape Into Life* Duy Huynh

I am
Taking
Careful
Note
Of
What
May
Float
My
Strange
Notion
To
Venture
Out
Upon
Life’s
Ocean,
Pen
The
Word
Only
I have
Heard,
And
Paint
The
Scene
I mean
To
Show
The
Way
Into
The
Disappearing
Dream
That
Has
No
Seam.

Trumpain

4/14/2019

It
Seems
This
Rabble
Rouser’s
Goals
Are
To
Cultivate
Angry
Hearts
And
Wintry
Souls,
Plow
Dirt
And
Rumor
To
Flourish
Like
A
Creeping
Tumor,
Consolidate
Power
To
Blossom
As
An
Evil
Flower,
Starve
The
Poor
And
Shower
Those
Who
Have
Plenty
With
More.

Memini

4/13/2019

*David Collins* Sadly missed.

Things he said.
No one can judge your work but you.
Hungry money never wins.

On the patio
I listen to
The whirr and click
Of insects
And watch
The sleeping street.
Once
I climbed nightly
To my rooms
At the top of
The stairs,
Once
Danced in places
I will never
Go back to.

The evening bird sings.

I sort through
Forgotten faces,
Unremembered names.
The car
I loved, drove
Across the country
And sold.
The white house
Where my mother
Planted zinnias.
The tulip poplar tree,
The porch swing,
Other summer nights.

Never hold back, he said.
Run flat out,
Run until you drop.