A Large Part of the Mission of the Church is to Redeem our Fallen Creativity. That our lives would reflect the beauty of our God, that our days would be Cathedrals for sacred imagination.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Poet Warrior
"Poet Warrior" Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
"The poet warrior is not afraid to bleed. A poet warrior knows it is not a sign of weakness but a sign of compassion that the world need not struggle on it's own. Poet's struggle."
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Wonderful work Michael was impressed. Roc@iquest.net
Michaelangelo. I love this piece--- it is primal in a powerful kind of way. I love how the the figure seems to be rising up out of the earth and yet has wings. The wings-- they are fragile and yet ready to fly. The hands tell the story of one rising up from dust who is yet dusting himself off. The dust seems to itself be the context of the canvas--- and it has marvelous rainbow hues sweeping and swirling around the figure. The warrior seems to look down on his side, as though checking on the condition of a wound, to see if he is flight-worthy. And then there is this interesting feature of the white face and the white tops of the wings. These are the unformed and yet transcendent powers of the poet. And as I look at it, I see white bursting out at all the seams. Yes-- it's as though the poetry is streaming through the warrior, literally breaking forth like Revelation becoming the glorious Power of Peace.
thanks Michaelangelo for being an iconic reservoir of beauty.
2 comments:
Wonderful work Michael was impressed. Roc@iquest.net
Michaelangelo. I love this piece--- it is primal in a powerful kind of way. I love how the the figure seems to be rising up out of the earth and yet has wings. The wings-- they are fragile and yet ready to fly. The hands tell the story of one rising up from dust who is yet dusting himself off. The dust seems to itself be the context of the canvas--- and it has marvelous rainbow hues sweeping and swirling around the figure. The warrior seems to look down on his side, as though checking on the condition of a wound, to see if he is flight-worthy. And then there is this interesting feature of the white face and the white tops of the wings. These are the unformed and yet transcendent powers of the poet. And as I look at it, I see white bursting out at all the seams. Yes-- it's as though the poetry is streaming through the warrior, literally breaking forth like Revelation becoming the glorious Power of Peace.
thanks Michaelangelo for being an iconic reservoir of beauty.
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