May 2015
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On a hand-hewn pedestal
imagination coalesced;
on milk-white face, alight
eyes sparked by a liquid flame.
Some build ivory towers,
their hands raw from driven labour,
on scratched cheeks, a stricken eye
ransoms a sculpted, orphan dream.
Across time and the Middle Sea
another calloused hand chiselled;
laughter on a pine-white face
resurrected an ailing heart.
Some can only imagine
what others have, without trying;
when vicarious journeys fail,
reality's block they will assail.
(A sort of raison d'etre definition for the artist's creation,
drawing from both the stories of Pygmalion and Geppetto.)
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On a hand-hewn pedestal
imagination coalesced;
on milk-white face, alight
eyes sparked by a liquid flame.
Some build ivory towers,
their hands raw from driven labour,
on scratched cheeks, a stricken eye
ransoms a sculpted, orphan dream.
Across time and the Middle Sea
another calloused hand chiselled;
laughter on a pine-white face
resurrected an ailing heart.
Some can only imagine
what others have, without trying;
when vicarious journeys fail,
reality's block they will assail.
(A sort of raison d'etre definition for the artist's creation,
drawing from both the stories of Pygmalion and Geppetto.)
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○●
°
Think Pinocchio, think Galateus
