Blog Posts - High Desert Art

High Desert Art

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2/27/2023

*Da Vinci* Saint John The Baptist

Out
There
On
The
Peripheries,
Beyond
The
Sphere
We
Occupy,
A
Million
Billion
Stars
Go
By,
Oblique
To
The
Naked
Eye.
Powerful
Lens
Estimate
The
Texture
And
The
Weight
Of
One
Or
Two,
And
Calculate
How
Far
We
Must
Fly
To
Reach
The
Nearest,
No
Matter.
Why.

Faux

2/25/2023

*Winter* 20" H X 32" W Oil On Linen

Late
February
Plays
Her
Tricks,
With
Spring
One
Day
And
Frost
The
Next.
Hopes
Run
High
Under
Blue
Skies,
Buds
Appear,
Then
Lo,
A
Sudden
Fall
Of
Snow.
Begone
Winter,
Get
Lost,
We’ve
Already
Paid
Your
Annual
Cost.

Interlude

2/23/2023

*Albuquerque 3* 24" H X 30" W Oil On Canvas

Silken
Moments
Of
Ease,
Stolen
Among
The
Daily
Pleat
And
Squeeze,
When
A
Stillness
Comes,
And
All
Your
Dreams
And
Foolish
Schemes
Run
Smooth
As
Ruffles
Edging
Clouds
Over
The
Ragged
Mountain
Face,
Delicate
As
Lace.

Obligation

2/21/2023

*Nude* Oil On Paper

Time
Withered,
Cold
Shivered,
Fate
Delivered,
Deep
Engraved,
Heart
Enslaved,
Once
More
Again,
Breathe
And
Begin.

Winterset

2/19/2023

*Mountain Snow* Ink on Paper

Today,
The
Mountain
Is
Aglow
With
Light,
Reflected
From
Chiseled
Snow
That
Fell
Overnight,
Carved
By
A
Master
Hand,
In
Ice
Over
Rock
And
Sand.

17 Degrees

2/17/2023

The
Awning
Icicles
Grow
And
Grow,
Drip,
Drip,
Slip,
Fall,
And
Stab
Into
The
Snow,
Once,
Then
Twice,
Sharp
Blades
Of
Prismed
Ice.

Listen

2/15/2023

Highs,
Lows,
Sharps
And
Flats,
All
The
Music
Where
You’re
At,
Every
Sight
And
Sound
In
An
Urban
Surround,
And
In
Between,
The
Inner
Silence
That
Whispers
What
It
Means.

Covert

2/13/2023

Surprise!
Emerging
From
The
Cold,
Hard,
Soil,
The
Reward
Of
Last
Year’s
Toil,
Tulips,
Tulips,
Harbingers
Of
An
Untimely
Spring,
But
In
February,
They
Promise
Everything,
And
Please,
Don’t
Let
Them
Freeze.

Plot Line

2/11/2023

Clothes
Fumed
And
Perfumed,
Silks
Washed
In
A
Flowing
Stream,
Rich
Colors
Glowing,
Slippers
Of
Soft
Leather,
Furs
Against
The
Cold
Weather,
And
In
A
Jaunty
Hat
With
A
Sweet
Feather,
Darkness
For
Cover,
She
Goes
To
Meet
The
Fabled
Lover.

Storage

2/9/2023

I Wrote
Down
Somewhere
The
Location
Of
Things
Once
Right
There,
Carefully
Tucked
Away
On
A
Long
Forgotten
Day.
I Want
To
Say
They’re
Close
To
Hand,
And
It’s
Hard
To
Understand
How
The
Past
Gobbled
Them
Up
And
Boggled
My
Poor
Mind,
Burdened
With
Stuff
I Can’t
Find.