David Jackson Comfort Zone
I found a country garden
Hidden by dense shrubs
Where muffled traffic passes
And jets drone overhead
Cobblestone walkways
Potted greens and blossoms
Plaster dogs and watering cans
Wind chimes accompany the breeze
Someone has made a refuge
Of peace and harmony
A bubbling fountain
Rocking chairs and
Stretching shade trees
Birds and squirrels come
To look for crumbs
And drink at the fountain
They appreciate the effort
© 2002
Abstract Dog Painting
Abstract Dog Painting is certainly a keyword name as I am an internet artist for sure. This painting actually has a title, The Dog Running Left. It is the second of the abstract dog series. I didn’t set out to paint the beast. I don’t set out to paint anything. I make shapes. Later I need a file name and have to “see something”. After I painted these I said, “Oh it must be the dog.”, They are now abstract dogs. I’m not even sure what that is.
The second of the dog paintings is The Dog Running Right:
Here is my painting of an old dog who used to live next door:
Abstract dogs aren’t as sweet as real dogs. They are a bit unpredictable, like the artist/ poet/who-ever the hell I am. Anybody wanna buy an abstract dog painting from an old dog, well….
I haven’t given these away like I did the rest…so far.
See more of David’s Abstract Original Paintings
david michael jackson 2012 editors@artvilla.com
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING
old bag of a caretaker
telling mike he”s too late on rent
she got hump on back
gimp leg
ugliest human alive
spits out rage and disillusion
even the gang members
fear her
the gods tremble
timmy runs down hall
old bag gimpin” after him
sun going down
timmy has nephew
crazy talks and walks like
an adult
he freaky this kid
discusses life death the universe
waves his hand casually
puts smoke in his mouth
timmy slaps it out
then lights one of his own
tracy on corner
happy since bob in jail
she laughs with the neighbourhood
kids
she laughs at the sun
laura grim and wanton
eyes like laser beams
thighs like hercules
everything around her
urban madness
it grows
it ferments and follows
beer vendor on corner
unhappy and dead
guy behind counter face scarred
beyond recognition
eyes twisted
mouth not where it should be
something about a beating
dark people, dark thoughts
people turn away when they see him
mike and laura engage him in conversation
he gentle this monster
he kind and generous
i”m with him right now
small apartment he”s got a beer in hand
he speaks i look at his face,
i listen intently,
i look
he”s beautiful
i”m happy….
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Impasto Art Painting
This painting hangs in my house. It is painted with thick globs of oil paint applied with a stiff brush and a knife. It is the take what you get method. This is a very expensive painting to make. I’d actually have to sell paintings to be able to afford the method of this art.
It took five years for the paint to harden on this painting. It wasn’t practical to produce the most beautiful art.
It’s touchable, you see. They have to have guards in the museums to keep us from touching the art. It is our nature to want to touch the surface the artist touched, to feel the thing itself. We revere this thing the artist scraped and sometimes pounded and sometimes threw against the wall. We act like it’s a holy surface.
I touch this painting. I find it hard to think of it in a place where no one can touch it.
