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Image by Robert Rauschenberg
Thanks to Mark Kerstetter for the correction

Can you reveal you
through popular images or
does your voice fade
like copies of copies
Just because you start
with recognizable words
and regress doesn't mean
you're not a tribute artist

I don't mind
if you don't have
a pedigree
as long as your
unique voice
speaks to me

Can you connect
the opposites
and show me how
we are one
while allowing me
a new way to see
something as mundane
as the sun

Don't show me your perfections
show me your blemishes
its not what the images can do for you
its what you can do for the images

Painting Below Zero: Notes on a Life in Art



  1. Awesome write to the prompt, Theron.

  2. ..Don't show me your perfections
    show me your blemishes...i love this

  3. nice...enjoyed your play off rosenquist...i think much can be found in our blemishes...

  4. No one is perfect, some are just recognisable then suddenly what they say matter

  5. Speak truth. Loved it. Great capture and release of thought. Like ur unique voice.

  6. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but the image you've chosen is a silkscreen called "Retroactive" by Robert Rauschenberg, who was a contemporary of Rosenquist's. Your poem does speak to what both artists do and I appreciate the statement.

  7. as long as your voice unique speak to me. like it.♥ its saying he doesn't care about the physically but its emotions feelings true to it. your! god bless.:-)


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