Wall Art, a Mural
This is an abstract I painted on a wall in my house. You can repaint the wall after I’m gone. It is a all mural……I happen to like the colors. I’m not sure if the profile is saying phooey to the world orwhy he’s sticking his tongue out. I never intended a statement of any kind. It’s just a mural which will be lost as the new tenant goes, “Oh my let’s paint over that! What will peoiple think.”
We I think it’s quite pretty.
david michael jackson April 14 2012
Janet at Table
Here is a painting I did of Janet at the table. I have no idea where this painting is. I have only this image. The girl at table painting still exists somewhere in the world. It represents a time when my wife was here.
An old poem I wrote for Janet many years ago:
I am worn weathered wood.
I have seen the storms,
felt the hot sun,
endured the wind until
I am cracked.
My colours have faded into
burnt siennas from red under
the sun’s rays.
I have seen the owl at night and
the hawk in the day for
I am a window in this wood,
this weathered wood.
I am a window or
I am nothing.
I am a window.
Sneek up, take a peek
into my panes.
She will be there, sitting
at the table
having her tea
or holding her cat
quietly
for Mary Janet Jackson on this sping day April 4, 2012 …david michael jackson
Sounds of the music,
windows waiting,
waiting for sunrise,
waiting for sunsets.
Apple dreams of trees laden,
with fruit, laden with
dreamscapes unseen in
daylight, unseen until
we came running across the meadows,
helping ourselves to
life
and we bought in to the
thinking of willow trees and
trumpets, trumpets blowing
blowing for me
blowing for you as the
windows are waiting,
waiting for sunrise, oh
can you hear me singing the
song of living and dying
living and dying in wars of our own
choosing, choosing to lie
in sweet meadows
instead, instead of marching
instead of windows waiting for
sunsets, she was
there with me
her green eyes
smiling
saying
come
back
come back
my love
Chair paintings I have known
Chair Paintings, harumph! I have one too. It’s empty. I called it and empty chair painting but no one asked for that so I seek a loftier set of words. If I succeed you see my painting. If I do not succeed, my painting remains on the wall of my dear Niece Cindy Jackson in Clarksville Tennessee. You can see it there or in any one of the attics in which it may reside in the future.
In order for you, some nameless person somewhere, to see my chair painting I have to say chair painting now. I also need outside links for my robot friends. I must be the chair painting expert. There I said it again.
Chair Paintings. Let’s See there is Van Gogh’s chair painting:
Paul Gauguin was Vincent’s buddy. They lived together for awhile and then Vince cut off his ear. That would put a strain on any friendship.
