The artist and the observer

Book 21 Page 44

The artist having painted the picture with care and love

puts the art work on display.

Some see the artist love and inspiration immediately,

while others seem left in dismay.

Some see understanding while others see an artistic rage.

Some see night while others see day.

Some see light as others see shade.

Yet the common denominator is that the art is seen ‘in a myriad of ways.’

And few; - so very few - see and feel

what the artist really meant.

For few go beyond a literal translation

to reach and touch the artist ‘loving bent.’

Some perceived the artist as having a

‘simple and childish mind.’

While others in contradiction seemed blind to this,

seeing the artist works as being ‘intelligent and kind.’

But should the artist expect all observers

to always fall in line!?

Has the artist really got the ‘right to complain’

when the observer does not see his noble intentions ‘sublime?’

At times the artist will take on the observer’s frustrations

and go off to paint in reaction as if to even up the score.

Caught up in a response to the observers perceptions

unable to let it go and ignore.

But even in this ‘the good artist’ will managed to paint with inspiration,

to react yet still be able to induce into the painted strokes; ‘love.’

For the artist sometimes has an intense ‘lover’s relationship’ with the observer

when at times the push comes to shove.’

For there are times when the observer may peer into the artist work

and jeer and consider it; ‘way off the planet.’

Colors splattered / images mattered / thinking;

“well I just simply and utterly don’t get it!!!”

But none the less many a critic will come back

and pay their good money in droves.

For the ‘good artist’ will often managed to encapsulate something it seems,

as if to put his audience ‘emotions’ -what ever it may be - in cloths.

And although there is seldom a definitive answer in art,

- for no culture of person is the same, -

somehow the universal trait is that ‘the artist’ and ‘the observer’ are bound in some kind of

‘hidden love’ within the great ‘artistic game.’