Inside the Mind of Davy D
Where Words and Worlds Collide in Poetry
November 30, 2017
Art, Canvas, Erasure, Poetry, Senryu
Artwork: © Danny D 2017
Beautiful Davy, thoughts of many faded canvases cross my mind this morning and remind me of the one still as bright & beautiful as the day I first looked.
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I am glad to have provided that thought Nigel and thank you for the kind feedback. This is the first collaboration between me and the young un. She has started an Art course at Loughborough Uni and I photographed this whilst she was working on the piece. It just reminded me as to how many pieces of work, art, writing we create and once finished they get put to one side and never see the light of day again.
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I did wonder about the picture, I have to honestly say I was hooked by the image as much as the words. It was the picture that opened the door to my particular take on the words, a talented artist I would say.
She is very talented Nigel and it is wonderful to watch her work and see these paintings / drawings progress. We are looking at doing some more work together in the New Year. As with all daughters, her terms and conditions are extortionate. She will be chuffed with the feedback, so thank you.
Thank you Vanessa. I am glad you liked it. The artwork is a debut piece by my talented daughter.
You really are in downbeat mode recently, Davy. Discarded attempts at being creative seem to be on your mind. But, of course, it’s the necessary lot of those who seek to create. As usual, your words and image match so well to bring out both meaning and purpose. Thank you for posting this most cogent senryu.
It must be the deceptive detective cloak Roland. The artwork for this was done by my daughter and I photographed it at the early stages. It made me think about as artists / writers how many pieces we create that are put away and never see the light of day again. I wrote this one back in May. Thank you for the kind words and comments.
Hope your daughter is able to continue with her art. She obviously has a considerable talent.
Thank you Roland. She is studying Art and Graphics for the next four years so at least I will have some cast offs for the blog.
Art in motion. Such fluid words coloured with aesthetic thoughts.
Thank you yassy. I like that description 🙂
Beautiful painting ….your daughter as talented as you are..
Thank you Mich, she is a talent (I just fake it lol) Hope things are moving in the right direction for you.
Almost Davy..i am getting there..
Good to here Mich 🙂
reminds of the precious but faded Kerman carpets from Persia. lovely word texture Davy.
Thank you Gina. I will have to look them up. They sound interesting.
What a beautiful creative painting!
And your poem touches my heart!
I’m not sure your meaning in your words, but your poem makes me think about the fact that the older I get the more invisible I feel. 😦 And I don’t want to be invisible.
Thank you Carolyn and I appreciate your kind words. I took this picture whilst my daughter was doing the painting at the early stages. It made me think that as artists / writers when we work on pieces sometimes each stroke, although building the poem / artwork up is actually preparing for the end of that piece of creativity. For some pieces, when we finish, the work goes into a drawer or cupboard and never sees the light of day again. As we are building the piece we are also erasing it at the same time. If that makes sense 🙂
Your daughter is an amazing artist!
Yes, that does make sense.
That is why we should create first for ourselves…a reflection/expression of our heart, mind, etc., Creating is good therapy!
And then if others see what we create and it helps them, then that is wonderful, too. 🙂
I totally agree Carolyn and thank you for the kind comments, I will pass them on to her. I am like you with the thoughts on creativity. If one other person is touched by a piece of writing/ art/ music then that is a job well done.
Your daughter is a very talented artist. Art forms take on different meanings for and from different people and her artistic talent is as outstanding as yours.
Thank you for those very kind words Eugenia. I will pass them on to her. Have a great weekend.
Beautiful drawing with a thoughtful and pensive face. Your poem is true in so many ways. Even though many painted and written works disappear with time they still fulfilled a dream when they were made.
My computer has so many poems and I have no idea if they will be seen. I also paint but keep them at home, some hang on the wall.:)
All I can say that they were true in their conception.
Thank you for this insightful comment Miriam and it has got me thinking even further on this. You read of artists / writers spending years on a piece of work and it makes you wonder at what point does the end come. Is is tiredness, frustration or the Eureka moment when they say, “that’s it.”? I think it is along the lines that Carolyn stated when she said, we must satisfy ourselves first. You have added another layer about the truth in their conception. A very interesting subject.
The sadness of this poem really hits home with that perfect picture! Your daughter is very talented. God bless.
Thank you Gilda and I appreciate your kind words and thoughts. I will pass your praise and words on. I am sure she will enjoy them 🙂
You’re welcome & yes, please do!
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