Blog Archives - High Desert Art

High Desert Art

Encounter

6/30/2023

*Picasso*

You
Make
A
Tidy
Bundle
Of
Your
Hates
And
Fears,
All
Those
Wasted
Years,
Rinsed
With
Futile
Tears.
Oh,
The
Heartache
And
The
Drama
Of
Your
Feckless
Mama,
And
Her
Lies.
I Don’t
Care
To
Hear,
Escape
Your
Plaintive
Sighs,
And
Disappear
Before
Your
Eyes.

Music

6/28/2023

Finches
Linger
In
The
Arbor
Vitae,
Memorize
The
Mendelsohn
I Play,
And
Add
Him
To
Their
Warblesong,
That
I Cherish
All
Day
Long,
Never
A
Note
Gone
Wrong.

Refrain

6/25/2023

*Picasso* The Pipes Of Pan

One
Song,
Well
Used,
Can
Last
A
Lifetime
Long,
Heard
As
The
Ferry
Leaves
The
Dock,
Echoed
In
The
Cadence
Of
The
Clock,
Time
Kept
As
You
Walk,
Drifting
From
A
Passing
Car,
And
Distantly,
As
The
Train
Pulls
Away,
Available
Any
Day,
Traveling
Near
Or
Far,
To
Sing
Wherever
You
Are.

Home

6/23/2023

*Duy Huynh* Homesick Traveler

I’d
Go
Back,
But
It
Isn’t
There,
I Left
It
All
Behind
In
Another
State
Of
Mind,
And
Fields
Of
Flowers
I Recall
Became
A
Shopping
Mall.
The
Winding
Country
Lane
Could
Not
Remain,
It
Was
Too
Slow,
And
Folks
Had
Someplace
To
Be,
So,
You
See,
I Would
Gladly
Make
A
Visit,
But
Where
Is
It?

June

6/20/2023

Mexico
Opens
A
Painted
Mouth,
And
Blows
Hot
Winds
From
The
South,
Turning
Leaves
Upside
Down,
Sweeping
Dust
Over
The
Town.
The
Mountain
Directs
It
All
Away
In
Granulated
Shards
Of
Clay,
To
Populate
The
Barren
Desert
Land
With
Golden
Sand.

June 18

6/18/2023

*In Wood 2* 47 1/2" Tall 68 pounds Carved Cherry

One
Day
A
Year
Comes
Father’s
Day,
Fathers
Whom
Some
Hate
And
Fear,
Or
Hold
So
Dear,
The
Heart
Cries
Out
In
Pain,
That
He
Will
Never
Come
Again,
And
That
Is
Me.
Before
I Could
Say,
He
Slipped
Away
In
The
Night,
And
Took
The
Light
That
Showed
The
Way,
That
I Still
Seek
This
Lonely
Father’s
Day.

Artwork

6/16/2023

*Rowing To The Moon* Digital Art

This
Is
True,
They
Said,
And
Pasted
Pictures
In
My
Head,
But
The
Images
Wore
Thin,
And
I Had
To
Paint
Them
All
Again,
Until
I Could
See
What
Was
True
For
Me.

J Bar C

6/13/2023

*The Road To Arroyo Seco* Oil On Paper

Wind
And
Weather
Worked
Together
To
Form
The
Land
Where
I Stand.
Out
Here,
It’s
Rock
And
Sand,
And
Cultivated
Trees
That
In
The
Spring
Make
Me
Sneeze.
City
Bred,
I Became
A
Tumbleweed
Instead,
Caught
On
A
Desert
Branch
I Call
A
Ranch.

Directions

6/9/2023

Yeah,
Something
Like
That,
Along
Those
Lines,
You
Can
Get
By
If
You
Read
The
Signs,
Just
Beware,
Take
Care
When
The
Road
Divides
And
You
Don’t
Know
Which
Way
To
Go,
But
That
Will
Show
You’re
Almost
There.
Trust
Me,
It
Will
Be
Just
Beyond
That
Place
You
Can’t
Yet
See.

Sunday Fabric

6/4/2023

Lacework
Morning,
Sun
Gold
Dappled
Dawn,
Lawn
Embroidered
Green,
Trees,
New
Leafed,
Amply
Appliqued,
The
Garden
A
Tapestry
Of
June
Mastery,
And
In
The
Blossoming
Disarray,
I Weave
A
Word
Play.