In the dark
alone
I dance
Category: art
Alone in Arms
ankles rest in wrists
below knocked about knees
limbs weave
in
around
in
seeking sanctuary
alongside
lukewarm skin
One is the Loneliest Number
Today begins our newest series:
One is the Loneliest number:
Art, poetry, and miscellaneous pieces that explore isolation, abandonment, imprisonment, separation, and loneliness
Artwork: The End of a Love Affair by Hugo Barros
Lesser Known Artists: Lucille Malkia Roberts
Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Spectrum” Acrylic on canvas 1972
This image, according to the artist, represents acceptance of the present and anticipation of the future. The woman is the past, and the Expressionistic style and upward gaze symbolize the future. The flame-like palette “eliminates the possibility of negative space and ensuing objectivity” (203).
Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Guardian” Oil and Acrylic on canvas 1986
Human figures are often found in Roberts’ art, but abstracted. The theme of this piece is “women of color” and how they are “protectors of family and tradition.” She is quoted as saying, “My ‘gathered visions’ are evoked and implied rather than realistically delineated in the traditional sense. They have evolved and are wedded in patterns of light and color, reflecting my emotional and spiritual reactions to places and ‘people of color’ around the planet, with whom I have bonded. The energy invites viewers to unravel the themes and come to their own conclusions.”
Information from University of Iowa
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Hide and Seek
search for me
in crisp, light flakes
of ash
that perch
on sills
beneath the bludgeoned clouds,
for snuffed out fires
always warn
of my suffocating
steps
“Now, You See Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Judgement by Anyes Galleani
Art Heap: Video Killed The Radio Star
Electric Kid Collage by Marco Koeppe
Baptist Weenix Collage by Marco Koeppe
The Products of Media by Filmut
Keen by Cardboard Cities
Really Rad by Michael Harford
Evolving image
woman i was
am
will be
sleeps settled
in the river’s cool bed
to escape the frenzied burn in
her
mine
our
aching unhinged head
“Ophelia” by Meaghan Merrifield
Almost through
unraveled hours
languidly dwindle and dim with the lengthening of the day
twilight loses its luster
dusk impatient
departs before dawn
yet in hours ignored
dark swells in innocent admiration
still enchanted by far off forms ablaze
the scent of summer slumber whispers in the wind
so when days are done
the old enduring earth
attempts again to become something new
“Almost New” by Meaghan Merrifield
The Show Tell Project 