Day: January 8, 2016

Color Rhapsody

Hers was the color of winter—
Snow-covered hillocks,
Meadows glistening soft
Under azure skies.

His was the color of fall—
Golden muscled textures,
Russet rhapsodies glimmering
At the edge of sunset.

When their bodies met,
Snow melted in the warmth
Of the new-born Spring breath

Begetting

A turbulence of waters
Rushing under the stars.

—© 2009 Jim Valero (All rights reserved).

Listen to “Color Rhapsody.”

https://soundcloud.com/valhjim/color-rhapsody-at-c-jim-valero/s-LMisN

Outlook

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—© Jim Valero, 2016 (all rights reserved).

Boundaries, thresholds, passageways from one realm to another. I am fascinated by all this, by the mystery of spaces, inner space, outer space, the connection between the two. Then there is chiaroscuro, the play of light and shadows in different realms. A shaft of light beyond darkness, the contour of objects as dim light brings them to shape, surface, presence.