Dear Artist,

Since you’ve set me out on my own, I've been on a quest to connect with the most intelligent of men. I must admit this has proved to be somewhat difficult, with a body pressed frame, and legs I haven't seen for months. To add to this I found myself co@k blocked and out of reach, being posted to various walls like a stamp. I’m not writing to complain or worry you. I still keep up with my image of all arms and hair, and my pastels remain unblemished. On one occasion, I was taken to a meeting of lobbyists and prominent farmers. Their dullness made for the evening, and from their heads, I picked cotton. And recently, I dined with newspaper politicians who sat crinkled up in their words. I found no suitors among them, only the black and white of their suits. But I am not discouraged by the lack of quality men, or in living a life without folds. I know someday I'll be appropriately delivered. Until then, I think I'd have better luck as a poem.

Signed,

Your Female Portrait

Beyond the glass
a sensual mix
of yin and yang
in androgynous splendor
linear juxtaposed with organic
cool juxtaposed with warm
strength juxtaposed with vulnerability

Carelessly,,shamelessly,,,displayed,,,encased,,,simply exploited.
Here for all to see,,,my beauty, my age. Suspended as if inonted...


Nice write here Duck.....keep them vivid in our minds.....

awesome creativity, i do believe i saw her lips move.

most definitely what she said...enjoyed very much.

ArtGurl, the world must be a beautiful place through your eyes. Thank you! iam4u, You're too kind, and thank you for my beer! bastet126, I appreciate your kind words! Thank you for dropping by. Sharris, I'm glad you enjoyed! I have an artist friend who painted this and several other paintings I own. I've been fixed on this one however. I posted a poem on this site that is also an ekphrastic to this painting. Here it is again so you don't have to look it up. I think I'm going to try and get five more poems out of this painting. Thanks again for dropping by



Inspiration

The most elusive of all moments
is like a dancer in motion.
When secretly turned downward
she discovers nothing is real. Her legs
are gone, and the floor
sounds something the color of goat hooves.
That's when movement meets still life.
First the painter stops the image,
then the frame does.

Duck.......art in both forms.....very cool....teasingbrunette

It is indeed! Thank YOU!

teasingbrunette, I'm glad you enjoyed the art. = ) My best friend painted that picture. Thank you again for dropping by and your continued support!

ArtGurl, I put the flowers in water. Thank you!

Duck!

you are a very talented man. I enjoy reading your writings even tho I don't always say anything

I hope to live up to your kind words. And thank you,

Duck!

Look at this canvas of painted brushed lines.

An illustration of my likeness, it defines.

What madness of illusions it speaks without voice.

Giving me their perceptions of tainted choice.

Take not your expressions of my entire to encase.

Just take for granted these lines upon my cold dead face.



<--I'll have ONE with ya Duck,,,,,,

Very cool...

iam4u and Up2Us, I'll share a beer with you two anytime. Thank you for dropping by,

Duck!

that was a cool analysis. sounded familiar though.