| Description |
This text is written by Michael J. Nicosia, my cousin. He is the truest form of a renaissance man. He is a musician, painter, poet and a priest.
This poem deals with loss and renewal is in short visual stanzas. I set the piece to take evoke the the form of snapshots taken in nature while thinking about larger life issues.
March creek:
bleak scene
‘til growth peeks through wintry debris
as old leaves
cascade
past fresh beginnings.
As it passes,
the butterfly connects
forsythia yellow
to
daffodil gold.
Dark colors
erupt within,
spilling out old desires
that color the now.
Though I paint the world rare
with palette raw,
in spite of this,
I miss you.
Myth mixes with memory
insights into things done and felt and reacted to,
in light of what’s happened
in others’ tales. |