I’m losing the ability
To see beyond surreal
To know just who it is I am
And to know how I really feel
I am adrift inside your imagery
While your words like raindrops fall
I gather them up in disbelief
And wonder at them all
Then I weave your words in cadmium hues
Through my hopes that I’ve burnished from steel
I place them safe in a Book of Dreams
And I pray for them to be real.
I came across the image for this painting, somewhere on the net. It was a black and white photo, so possibly a still from a 1920’s movie. I loved the composition and although it was a black and white image, knew I would paint the turban in a red, I always associate with the Pre-Raphaelites for some reason.
The thing I fear in dementia
Is to not remember your name
To know, I know, that face I love
But not know from whence it came
If I still had enough time to go gently
If I still had the time to go slow
If I still had the time to take my time
Then where would my time go.
The finest gold hoops were hung from her ears
Reflecting the light from each silent tear
All through the night, she had called out his name
But the bed bare beside her, said nobody came
His photograph hung, on the wall in her room
Vague in the half light, faint in the gloom
It was taken in summer, in soft rolling hills
And she cried at his smile as she swallowed the pills.
I cannot dwell in might have been,
In would have been
Or should have been
The past has turned it’s back on me
I’m lost in life, a refugee
It’s only now, in the ghosts I see
I can realise that the ghost is me.
I came across an article on the news about baby chimps being taken from their families when just days or weeks old, by poachers and then being sold on as pets or for who knows what dreadful other reasons. The chimp pictured was apparently rescued by some organisation and is being looked after with a view to returning it to the wild at some point. I was so taken by the photograph and by the story that I decided to go out of my comfort zone and try to capture the look in the chimp’s eye. I thought that IF it turned out OK then I would perhaps try to sell it and any money raised would be sent to a charity dedicated to rescuing chimps from such situations. So if anyone out there wants an original painting of an orphaned chimp. . . . . . . . . !!!
I have just read an update, it seemed the chimp was named Nemley and has since died, despite the care he was given. What a terrible, terrible, shame.
Please share this listing, perhaps if enough people are made aware of these despicable acts, then maybe, just maybe we can turn the tide and stop this mindless slaughter.