Is beauty experienced through

the ugliness of the next frame?

If there is no contrast,

who may say what is beautiful?

The eye is not the only sense

to dwell in the halls of loveliness.

Neither should anyone dictate

what beauty really is.

Each must set a standard

for them-self

and cherish what the mind

welcomes to its treasure chest.

 

To some, perhaps a storm –

at sea is dreadful, but who

can deny the grandeur of

the canvas?

Mountains, in their stoic majesty,

beauty or awe?

A rage of mountains

tearing up the sky,

or faultless snowy peaks

that draw us to

their serenity.

 

Each artist seeks to share,

not the easy,

but rather, what the artist feels.

Then who may say if

beauty was intended,

or the ugliness of a

tortured soul held captive?

Let unfettered minds

try to understand.

Or share your own

deep hidden depths,

if you dare !

 

Beauty, how we search for you.

An endless quest to satisfy

the longings of our hearts.

Ushered along the road

by scenes and sounds

that mortify us.

Ugly, hateful, anger, fear,

famine, disease, cruelty.

Strident, selfish, stupidity,

all the things that make us human.

The counter point.

 
 

David Garlick, Victoria, July, 1995