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High Desert Art

Timetable

2/21/2020

My
Dear
Friend
Longs
To
Get
Away
From
The
Tiresome
Everyday,
Ongoing
Chores
Such
A
Bore,
Getting
Up
And
Going
To
Bed,
An
Endless
List
In
Her
Head,
The
Dogs,
The
Car.
I try
To
Say
That’s
How
Things
Are.
Myself,
I do
The
Dance
Of
Constant
Maintenance,
Rise
At
Six
And
Amble
Forth
To
Gamble
I can
Fix
Whatever's
Needed
To
Put
My
Life
In
Place
In
The
Face
Of
Ruin
And
Rue,
Because
There’s
Little
Else
To
Honorably
Do.

Identity

2/19/2020

*Michael Parkes*

Who
Among
Us,
Full
Of
Pride,
Hides
The
Leopard
Living
Inside?
The
Daily
Task
To
Adjust
The
Mask,
Conceal
The
Spots,
The
Tawny
Dots,
And
Not
Reveal
The
Claws
Of
Steel.

Observed

2/17/2020

*Picasso* Woman By The Sea

Here,
A
Picture
By
The
Master,
White
Paint
In
Folds
Like
Liquid
Plaster.
She
Sits,
Not
Quite
There,
On
An
Invisible
Chair,
Top
Heavy,
Limbs
That
Don’t
Quite
Fit,
Against
A
Sky
That
Doesn’t
Quit,
Pensive
Before
A
Stroke
Of
Sea,
Waiting
For
Eternity.

Hopeful

2/15/2020

Tulip
Nubbins
Break
Through
The
Ground,
Frost
Still
All
Around.
In
The
Brief
Winter
Sun,
Flowers
Have
Begun.
Although
Warmth
Is
Thin,
Nature
Knows
Exactly
When
To
Bear
Precious
Blossoms
Everywhere.

Respite

2/13/2020

*Woman With White Rose* 70" H X 28" W Oil On Linen

Sun
Rays
Cut
Into
My
Day
As
If
To
Say,
Let’s
Run
Away.
The
Daily
Chore
Is
Such
A
Bore,
And
Never
Through,
So
What
To
Do
But
Get
My
Hat
And
Leave,
Just
Like
That.

Warfare

2/11/2020

*Conflict* Assemblage 5 1/4" H X 6 7/8" W X 7" D Cocobolo Base

What
Is
It
All
For,
This
Endless
War?
Men
Say
For
Peace,
And
Release
A
Thousand
Missiles
Of
Death
To
Stop
The
Breath
Of
Brothers
They
Despise,
Fill
The
Air
With
Patriotic
Lies
And
Decimate
Others
They
Hate.
And
To
What
End?
Let
A
Decade
Pass,
And
Here
Comes
The
Enemy
Again,
And
No
One
Will
Ever
Win.

Longing

2/9/2020

*Iris* 16" H X 12" W Acrylic On Canvas

Waiting
For
Spring,
Cut
Flowers
Can
Bring
A
Glow,
Even
Though
They
Did
Not
Grow
Anywhere
I know.
Flown
In
From
Far
Away
To
Grace
My
Day,
They
Say
What
I wish
To
Hear,
That
Sunny
Days
Are
Near.

Painting

2/7/2020

*Duy Huynh* Escape Into Life

Some
Days,
Life
Seems
A
Waking
Dream
Of
Other
Dreams.
Elastic
Time
Rings
No
Chime,
Precious
Moments
All
Sublime
Blend
Into
Memories
That
Fade
And
All
That’s
Left
Is
What
I’ve
Made.

Then

2/5/2020

*Manhattan 4 - Night* 30" X 24" Acrylic On Canvas

In
The
Night,
Sirens
Heading
To
Bellevue.
Those
Days,
I had
A
Studio
On
Second
Avenue,
Twinkling
Towers
In
My
View,
The
Rowdy
Irish
Bar,
A
Distant
Car
Alarm,
The
Persistent
City
Hum,
The
Day
To
Come
Already
Dawning
Cobalt
Blue,
And
I alive,
With
Work
To
Do.

Propaganda

2/3/2020

In
A
Jungle
Far
Away,
Exactly
Where
No
One
Can
Say,
Or
Perhaps,
No
One
Knows,
The
Black
Rose
Grows.
Is
It
Evil,
Should
We
Care
What
Dark
Heart
Planted
It
There?
Tended,
Watered,
Then
Departed
Leaving
Lies
To
Bloom
And
Fester,
Casting
Spores
To
Mold
And
Nest
In
The
Minds
Of
The
West,
And
We
Won’t
Know
Where
Next
They’ll
Blow.