Fragments G&C #151  30″x30″  gouache on w/c paper

The Voice of the Painting
I look at paintings I hear voices
Some low almost inaudible
Some scream
Some so pleasant
They seem to sing

It is impossible to know
The voice the artist
Will assume
What happens
Happens
The artist takes a risk
And then he listens

The voice so comfortable
Like a finger print
It is his alone
It fits Without pressure
To be anything else
But his own

To appear naked
Without mask
No smoke and mirrors
Might scare a lesser man
Where one is taught
That it is not enough
To be oneself

I look at paintings
To climb out of myself
I become the voice
I see
I am the viewer
No one orders me

Prompt:  voices, impossible, scare, climb, risk, listen,
where, smoke, happens, pressure, might, orders