A PAINTER'S STORY
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By the 1980's, I had come to an impasse in my work. The landscapes and city scapes were popular but creating them became no longer satisfying. In the mid-1980's, I stopped painting altogether and began to look for a solution for a new direction in poetry.
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Souvenir
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Still I remember the golden edges of a tawny crest deep, luminescent pools changing from blue to green to gray a secret place where I bathed and swam and drowned and touched the music of those mystic days O, to be once again in that magic land to cross those fields of pink and gold wander through the amber woods taste again exotic fruit. Let me smell the warmth of secret depths See the laughter of those carmine shores and hear the sky whisper its blue message to me alone O, to be once again in that magic land to cross those fields of pink and gold To plunge once more deep into the subterranean sea to float and dream swept away pulled down into that azure abyss and finally to drown and be reborn. O, to be once again in that magic land R. Roberson 1984 In my first poem, Souvenir, which appeared to be about a place but was really about a person, I began to envision a painting style in which I could integrate my interests in landscape, cityscape, portraiture and the figure-- a style in which the content existed on several different levels as it does in poetry. Out of the experience of the poetry writing was born the Epiphany Series-- a group of paintings on which I have worked since 1989. |