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High Desert Art

Anniversary

4/29/2020

*Duy Huynh*

It
Rained
For
An
Hour
That
Morning,
Just
An
April
Shower
That
Had
No
Power.
In
The
Afternoon,
We
Crossed
The
River
To
Fool
The
Papers
And
In
A
Fog
Of
Newly
Wed
Vapors,
Flew
To
New
York
City,
And
That’s
The
End
Of
This
Marital
Ditty.
Despite
Widespread
Fears,
We
Lasted
For
Years.

Trust

4/27/2020

*Man Flying A Kite* 5 7/8" H Steel Assemblage* Purpleheart Base

Daily,
We
Strive
To
Keep
Our
Dreams
Alive,
Raise
Them
Up
And
Thrive,
While
Yearning
To
Survive.
Wind
Blown
Hope
Is
A
Golden
Kite,
Visible
In
The
Darkest
Night.

Recompense

4/25/2020

*Poppies* 16" H X 20" W Oil On Canvas

In
A
Place
I know,
I Planted
Seeds
Ages
Ago,
Then
Found
They
Failed
To
Grow.
But
This
Year,
Blooms
Began
To
Appear,
Bright
Among
The
Weeds
And
Broken
Stone,
Beauty
Prospering
On
It’s
Own.

Surprise

4/23/2020

How
I Got
Here
Is
Not
Quite
Clear,
I Lay
Down
To
Have
A
Sleep
And
Never
Felt
The
Water
Creep
Until
I Woke
Up
With
A
Groan
And
Now
Am
Clinging
To
A
Stone.
My
Human
Is
Nowhere
To
Be
Seen,
And
Gratefully,
The
Water
Is
Clean.
Getting
Wet
Is
Not
My
Dish,
But,
Hey!
Is
That
A
Fish?

Quest

4/21/2020

*In A Mirror* 40" H X 30" W Acrylic On Canvas

Musing
Upon
Eternity,
She
Eschewed
Levity
For
Spiritual
Brevity,
Trying
To
See
Who
She
Might
Actually
Be.
To
Begin,
A
Smattering
Of
Zen,
Buddhism,
Yoga,
Animism,
And
Bahai,
Plus
A
Version
Of
An
Amazon
Cargo
Cult.
All
This
Brought
No
Discernible
Result.
Alas,
She
Did
Not
Find
The
True
Way,
And
Chastened,
Merged
Into
Her
Ordinary
Self,
Illusions
Safely
On
The
Shelf.

Flight

4/19/2020

*Standing Figure With Wings* Cast Bronze * Walnut Base 8 1/8" H * Photo by Nancy Warner*

For
The
Part
Of
Me
That
Sings,
I Must
Develop
Wings.
To
Keep
My
Ruffled
Soul
Alive,
I Strive
To
Rise
Above
The
Hush
On
A
Written
Word,
Like
A
Golden
Bird.

Plague

4/17/2020

*Four Peaches* 16" H X 20" W Acrylic On Canvas

Painted
Long
Ago
When
Life
Was
Light
And
Free,
I Became
Another
Me
And
Yet,
Here
I Am,
Still
Floating
Shadowless
Without
A
Net,
Below
Me,
Vast
Distress.

Interlude

4/15/2020

*Nude In Landscape 2* 16" H X 20" W Oil On Linen

Languid
In
Her
Bower,
Among
New
Leaves
And
Flowers,
By
A
Sparkling
Stream,
Dancing
In
A
Dream,
Beauty
Sleeps,
Until
She
Rises
And
Right
Before
Our
Eyes
Lives
Again,
To
Take
Away
Barren
Human
Pain.

Besieged

4/13/2020

A
Rainy
Easter
Monday,
Mist
Rests
Along
The
Land.
I Understand
The
Hand
Of
Fate
Has
Come
To
Strike
Us
Dumb.
Humbled,
We
Cannot
Shout
We
Are
The
Best,
When
Led
By
A
Fool,
Our
Citizens,
Deprived
Of
Breath,
Suffer
An
Ignoble
Death.

Change

4/11/2020

*Progressive Composite* Each Image 14" X !4" Oil On Linen

Lately,
Each
Day
Is
A
Tumbling
Transformation,
A
Revelation
Of
What
Can
Be
Done
If
We
Act
As
One,
And
Finally
See
No
Difference
Exists
Between
You
And
Me.