Well I was asked to write a poem about one of my pieces.
I'm not much of a lyricist but here is how it went.
Melancholy Moments
Expressive wonder and all that that implies.
A painting is moment in time,
something we want to capture, but gone the next.
We try to name it put our words to it,
but through it we only find that our words are insufficient.
Its only in our imagination are we free to dream.
So that even in the melancholy moments
we can find our hope.
So thats what this piece means to me.
I hope you keep on dreaming and,
letting the sad in with the happy,
because it is only then that we can enjoy those moments
Irene Sekersky
