Dotted Rocks

Dotted Rocks…

An avalanche

of dotted rocks

swiftly descends

from passing trends

to bury some

artists alive.

Their dotty ghosts

are sometimes seen

painting great art

that might have been.

I laugh and sigh

in knowing why

they fell beneath

such passing trends.

Shall I now paint

this rock I hold

and strive to turn

rock into gold?

(18/10/2020-

Shelley Wilson)

What Would Our Lives Look Like

Without ‘cultural appropriation’, what would our lives look like?

Consider: clothing, housing, furniture, education, food, tools, sports, arts, transportation, technologies, medicine and other sciences. (Where did your style and material of clothing actually originate?)

Appropriation, imitation and adaptation are part of our cultural and individual growth.

‘Cultural identity’ and pride can still thrive without the ‘cultural purity’ of living as our ancient ancestors once did, or with only what our ‘heritage cultures’ created and accomplished without ‘cross- cultural influences’ throughout history.

May Humanity grow in wisdom and understanding, not condemnation.

(July 31, 2020- Shelley Wilson)

The weaving is by my daughter Alissa and the painting is by me.

Creating Carla

Creating Carla
Carla paints her life
with splashes of bright colour
and daubs of dark and somber tones.
One is evoked to chuckles and sighs
seeing the methods and materials
she uses to express her own chiaroscuro.
She tests her strong courage day by day,
revealing herself in a myriad ways—
a vast collage of multiple images
positioned with dramatic flair.
Across her canvas, here and there,
are layer upon layer of secret strokes
hidden so deep
only archeological digs would find them.
Every brush stroke is a story told
of battles and skirmishes won or lost.
Does Carla see in her life’s artistry
that she’s the creator of it all?
February, 1999 revised April, 2004, January, 2006

On Canvas Worlds

On Canvas Worlds
Energies spring from the heart
into paint of many hues
as feelings and thoughts impart
such forms as I so choose
to live on canvas worlds.
There’s mystery in my art…
Ask the paint that swirls and flows
what meanings it may hold.
Even the silent canvas knows
the mystery it was told…
March, 2004