Serenity of the Surreal

Sinking & floating-

constantly:

birds across 

the sea and sky;

planets and stars

brilliant as they are,

close and far.

Sinking & floating-

constantly:

cement blocks above

and beneath my feet.

You'll find me

somewhere between

a rolling sea and 

an ever-vast galaxy.

Sinking and floating-

constantly:

what you'll see, 

chains; 

or rather bonds, of 

an addiction 

to artistry.

Sinking and floating-

constantly:

allows a place

in space 

with visual imagery

that brings to view 

the Serenity of the Surreal.

Thank you  for reading through and looking, too.

(image: Serenity of the Surreal '07/Copyright marcanthonyL)

Wind & Whisper

With the roaring wind of wars

there can be heard

a whisper for peace; 

for no-more.

(image: Wind & Whisper '06/Copyright MarcanthonyL)

MarcanthonyL '06

Midrift the Slumbering

Midrift the Slumbering?

A piece conceived and constructed;

then, shown and seen.

A thought not bought...

 ..of a daydream

 ..of a mental mentioning.

A worked over scene 

with a theme,

interpreted & entwined

through color and 

curvacious lines.

A visual consideration 

spilt-out from gears 

that grind and whined

within my imagination.

Another piece 

with a heartbeat; 

an eyecandy map

designating the landscape

and the plain 

between the heart and the brain, 

where the 3rdeye lays.

Mid-drift the Slumbering

is the Square Route, 

colorfully Large & scored on board;

But most of all, started anew.

.....Thank you for reading thru

  .....Thank you for taking a view.

(image: Mid-Drift the Slumbering/copyright MarcanthonyL)

Marcanthonyl '08 

Pace and Place......

keeping a pace allows you to place in that 'age-old-race'.....no matter how low or flat your tires may seem or be. 

(image: Pace and Place in the Race/Square Route '07).

Lost found Crowned (05)

Walking thru the great halls of an institution very, very south of me now, a great structure that could be seen while surfing in the sea; and with pencil/ conte'/ erasers/ rag and a pad I stumbled before a statue that held my gaze and thus set my tools ablaze. A slight site of what stood before me caught on a pad was took away that day.  Passed on with many other pieces of process & production.  Then amidst the toil and tussle of life, or rather, the piece got lost amidst the rubble and rumble of my life; packed in a box and out of sight.

The Happiness and strife of life took me on a journey and from town to town, in a box or sack on my back that's how it moved around.  And then one day I entered the emerald green state and realized I must stay but still be on my way.  With finalized settling, the box and sack came off my back, living with others I unpacked. Under many other papered pieces, and crumpled away, the sanguine conte' just visually screamed up at me; it was a scene. So whilst living near the sound I could proclaim, it was found.

Many that visited, took it into view unsure of what next would ensue.... Then came a person who slowly turned to be a friend with essence and perseverance and whispered "fire  and frame'...many a times, many a days.  Soon followed recycled or rather rescued wood that fell into view and I knew what to do.  Thus the piece was crowned  with much adieu, fire and frame certianly finalized the view.  The name finally came and eventually, was displayed.

This tale is not so profound; but rather, poetically put of Lost found Crowned (05). The piece it's self is a symbol of trade and tradition entwined with construction and completion; and even a symbol towards the perpetuation of passion and pleasure.

Thank You for reading thru.  Thank you for taking a view.