Observing the art casually standing lightly combing her hair the painting shouts out creating a mythical character of many faces without fear a champion of gardens the temptress of storms and mid ocean currents her authority stands on the dust within the tiles beneath her the foundation of the colors drawn from them half a … More TRAPPED
Sea grass waved summer in. The reflection of passionate clouds spread blankets of gray over sand. It was the getaway, where coffee blended with onshore breezes; a flexible landscape with a flagpole. There were gray shutters outlining white trim and a red bicycle with a basket; the objects created art. On the porch, … More THE GETAWAY
Night is the last language of day, full of unspoken wishes while breathing new words. Theatres with black and white movies attract the mysterious; plenty of empty red velvet seats. Stained concrete steps descend into the veins of subways. Under examined street art is worth less than the paint. Crisscrossing pedestrians stream past like … More STILL FRAMES
Low clouds dampen an early Fall afternoon. Sounds of pigeons overhead and newspapers opening become absorbed into an unmistakable dullness. People hold hands, thanking the stars for dreams coming true. Puddles of last nights rain reflects treetops and corners of buildings protected by gargoyles. The aroma of tar and steam touches everyone passing … More FROM UP HERE
He dressed roughly, like a storm shaken tree. His corners were unbroken. A long step claimed his ground. Short salt flavored thoughts watered his words with meaning. Work was his passion. There was reason with his plans. Quality is the art he perfects. Concern speaks from his eyes. He rises before the sun, claiming each … More A FOREST WITHIN
Roger Singer 