Next to You
I can't lie, sometimes my anger gets the best of me
I love you, I'm only mad I can't have you next to me.
It's not my fault the lord paved this as my destiny,
And no matter what happens I pray you think no less of me.
Life can be hurtful, but that's not what it's meant to be,
And the world can appear evil if that's all you want to see.
Open your mind and see the beauty of the bright blue skies,
A life of happiness no more tears in them bright blue eyes.
And when your lonely just look at the moon and know I'm looking too,
Then close your eyes and imagine I'm right next to you.
Love
Kiyoshi
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Another lovely poem, thanks for sharing.
I always try to find the answer to "how do coincidences work?".
Your creations make me think of a recent Contemporary Drawing course: the confinement or the notion of locking up (handicap...etc) and the way to pass this constraint.
In particular one sentence: "to use a constraint to free oneself ...".
It may be the driving force behind the creation of all beautiful things in the darkest moments or places in the world.
I don't know if you have access to contemporary art books, but I would like to share something with you:
-Rebecca Horn - Bleistiftmaske (1973 -Pensil mask) is a performance.
She made this "mask" with several strips of fabric on which are fixed several pencils.
She draws with her head, making movements from right to left (and vice versa) facing a wall.
Depending on where the pencils are supported on the face, they undergo different pressures and the marks are more or less dark.
Like a camisole, this mask is a handicap because she cannot use her hands and cannot draw with precision, we could then think this drawing would be a simple scribbling, but a face or a shadow appears slowly on the wall.
-Wandering Position, by Yukinori Yanagi.
On a sheet of paper framed by a metal frame (like the walls of an arena with no escape) he lays a solitary and disoriented ant on the immense white surface, follows it and traces its path with a red pencil.
The line is hesitant; we imagine the ant returns in its tracks and often walk along the frame.
The work is about space, wandering, confinement and escape in a metaphorical way.
During the exhibition, the sheet of paper is free; the frame is disassembled, maybe to evoke an artistic escape?
Art (in all its forms) is the most beautiful and the most effective way to escape to our reality.
Many thanks to share your works.
I wish you a lot of inspiration and apologies for my mistakes, my English is really poor.
Take care!