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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
<br>
Just because you start
with recognizable words
and regress doesn't mean
you're not a tribute artist

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

<br>
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

<br>
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

Earworm

Comments

  1. Awesome write to the prompt, Theron.

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

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

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

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

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  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.

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  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 amazing.....cool! god bless.:-)

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