FROZEN SHADOWS
Par Db Waterman
The frozen shadows cast by the trees
lie still as ghosts in the morning freeze
shrinking against the rising dawn
their misty spirits above my lawn
A wisp of wind carries them aside
in search
of shadows for them to hide
until the dark whence they return
to their haunting beds to adjourn
and come the morn they stretch their hands
across the static frozen land
then up the alley and across the grass
tapping their fingers on my window glass
the dancing figures perform a ball
has skeletons upon my wall
like nightmares from my childhood born ; Poem by Joe Gallagher
All of my artworks are inspired by weathered walls with posters, peeling paint and all kinds of things in dilapidation.
I try to create something new, something beautiful with these elements.
This particular artwork is part of the Collages series. These collages are built up with all kinds of pictures, photos and images that I have collected over the years.
I assemble original photography, assorted papers, acrylics, oil, charcoal, ink and pencil in my works. Having always loved the appearance of weathered walls plastered with peeling paint and old posters, I revive this aesthetic with hopefully a keen and professional eye.
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