Headscapes by Fletcher Crossman
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I was invited to attend the Fletcher Crossman, Headscapes, Exhibit at Saint Thomas Aquinas College Art Gallery, Sparkill, New York. As Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York, and an artist, I received this invitation, as an honored guest, to join in on the art and poetry program planned for students. Arriving early provided an opportunity for me to sit quietly in the gallery, taking in the impressions of each image in a private sea of silence and solitude. Selected here are four of the works on exhibit. And so these words put forth...
Hues of Atonement
Light and shadow the knowing does cast
Within, without, vistas unknown and vast
BE, I AM, in moments quest and quail
Holding, grasping for a sounding avail
Hues, tones, vibrant, dark, intense
BEING beyond the illusions beyond the pretense
Within these domains all shall reveal
What is lived, what is sought, beyond conceal
Strokes of color to form they take
Visions within the endowment of time's wake.Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New YorkAnd so too, the words of: Philip Catalanotto... in poetic encounter... Student of: Introduction to Creative Writing, Saint Thomas Aquinas College.
“Eyes Lifted High” - Rosalina.
The eyes lifted high as though a priest during consecration. A sullen look across the pale face. The skin as if it were a template. The eyes as if silently saying, “ Father into your hands I command my soul.” The colors move me: the Reds, the Greens, and the Blues. Thinking about the passion in a different way.
“Agony and pain”- Emin.
Agony and pain is what I feel looking down from the tree they nailed me to. The soldiers jeer at me. As I look down, I see my mother. A pure soul. And my brother, the one I love. Take care of one another. Mother, behold your son; son, behold your mother.
“Giants and men”- Nelson
I stand tall before giants and men like David in times of old: with a sling and a stone.
“I do not wait”- Fletch.
I do not wait for man or beast. The stern face of the man. The eyes full of anger and rage. His lips bleeding as if he were in a fight. The sound of the bell. The beat of his heart. And the final blow.
