Dedicated to my friend, teacher, and hero; Rob. Who can create almost anything with his hands and even more with his loving and beloved heart.
I had a grand idea for Art;
For Love, for Understand to start;
To find a way past my morass;
To Mind-Heart say in now not past.
Perhaps I will propose to Rob
With laughs so woes that turn to sobs
Might disappear with some new goal
With light this year for gift of whole.
The revelation came like thus;
An inspiration for Love’s thrust;
We perhaps can then make a trade
To learn at last what other made.
Rob might help me to learn sculpture,
And I help him learn computer.
I found a program made for him
To sculpt and paint and then not dim
The creative juices that flow;
Though body refuses to go;
Because of age’s wear and tear
Might cause to stop from pain or fear.
To sculpt in the virtual space
Does help with death’s defying race.
To paint with Light and electrons
Let’s speed Love’s sight and can be fun.
It’s like becoming dream maker
To fight with Love’s homecoming stir.
It’s just intellegent paper
With magic pen and ink to cure
The difficulties that we have
In reality’s physics bad.
The chemicals do make us sick;
Materials, heavy and thick,
Are real expensive to manage
And might kill ideas on the page.
Because it’s so, so difficult;
The processes old physical;
Can be replaced to make the dream
Communicate what fate does scream
To Artist to express to All;
To start healing each, Large and Small.
For what is the purpose of Art?
To just get rich? famous? apart?
To commercialize a product
So consumer’s eyes jump for it?
I believe the place of Art
Is to help grieve, help wisdom start.
Exactly like the Dream Maker
Who nightly makes scenes to we stir.
Each character and symbol sent
Brings message clear to wisdom blend.
So we ever expand and grow;
Seeing in mirror so we know;
The Truth of Light and Shadow both.
Not refused Love from sadness foe
That created armor around
What child hated when wounds were found.
Then we split in different parts
Hoping to quit the fits to chart
A new avenue past the pain.
But as we grew there still was shame.
Every part owned and disowned;
The scary warts and beauty known;
All want to come to Light of Day
So man becomes what Love would say.
So how does this relate to Rob?
About our fate? About our job?
Can we help each other advance
To make Art’s Love finally dance?
We could teach other what we know
To help Love reach and wisdom grow.
Him: me sculpture beginner’s course.
Me: help him cure computer’s curse.
For starting is hard, expensive
And contrary to how bard lives.
The habits of a lifetime do
Make sad change near impossible.
“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
This wisdom seems too cold and sick.
It’s really just a brand new way
To sculpt now with imagined clay.
Think of all the new techniques learned
That called to Rob to old ways burn.
This new, cool electronic tool
Can pull to electrify fools.
We can break apart our inertia
To understand our fate heart saw;
When we were in our higher selves;
When dreamer’s dreamed of Life to tell.
To say the most important things;
Not stay so lost but dance and sing
And write and sculpt to express what
The Light did show to bless with Love.
To let each child trapped then in stone
To become wild, to laugh, be known;
To show their love to everyone;
To know their care and scares are shown.
Let’s go to where we share care’s tone.
To Art or Not to Art
by Loveson G. Flower
1400 Tursday, March 29, 2007
at La Flambee Restaurant, Sanary sur Mer, France
"Letting Go" sculpture being sculpted by Rob Browne. Photographer unknown.
