Kelly McManus Abstract Expressionst
The abstract nature of life itself is enough to paint a picture. What is this existence, born to weep, cast out on a stone drifting in space, is it a planet, or just an dust speck inhabited by microscopic creatures that only can be seen while peering through a device used in a much bigger world than ours. What do you think, are we as big as your ego, or just a mouse looking for cheese after the people leave. What is the meaning of life, is it just to procreate in order to increase the tax base, or is there more? Many would say why ponder it at all, just get up, go to work, go home and make babies, that’s all! But in an abstract mind with its abstract thoughts there must be something more, more than simply corporate building blocks. There’s a bright beautiful world out there for every speck to see, a life to live without any fear or anxiety, a world of such wonders that with such a short life expectancy; better make reservations for a reincarnation to see what you missed the first time you visited this destination in the travel guide of creation. It’s plain to see that there are so many mysteries in life that even an abstract picture couldn’t contain them all, but we can try and isn’t that the beauty of life anyway, to live and die, to give it your best, to do it all, to hell with the rest, to climb that mountain, because it’s there, to be on top, to breathe the air. What is the biggest question of all, where do we go from here, are we there yet and, I’m hungry. For what more in life is necessary, than a bag of popcorn and a scary movie and a creature to cling to you when it comes from out of the tomb; or the sand between your toes, while watching the dog chase the stick into the surf, or the marichino cherry on the top of the whipped cream mound on your desert, or is it better just to be the fly trapped in the web screaming HELP ME! So what’s it going to be; only time will tell, listening to the ocean from inside that empty shell, or watching the clock tick from your cubicle with swell dreams of being the new COE, as the spider sharpens his knife Honey I’m home what’s for dinner tonight?
Art is the essence of all things re-expressed through the eyes of the artist, no matter how ugly that expression might be there is still some beauty in it for someone. Though the world with all its beauty, still has things in it that some would call grotesque, but as it was once said beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Abstract art not being the least of them, for the artist’s eye might see the beauty in the slimy trail of a slug’s tail that many fail to see any beauty at all, only a gross sticky excrement, instead of a shiny glistening substance that sparkles in the sunlight with almost a liquid metallic sheen that could be depicted as a lovely abstract scene with the garden green background as an essence of the realm of the usually unseen forces of nature, a slug being a force of nature you might say, perhaps not to you, but in the eyes of an ant crawling around the same garden grounds that slug could be a force of nature in its appearance to the small ant a giant with a sticky entanglement, then, out of nowhere, a butterfly swoops out of the air grasping the ant, lifting it up then flying away to a shrub where it set the ant free onto a spider’s web, where the ant wrangled and thrashed only to ensnare itself more in the elastic web attracting the spider with each rattle of the strings, the ant’s future now seems clear; hey anyone seen that fly? It’s as clear as the smile on Mona Lisa’s face; and that is abstract art in another place, a place free of the entrapment of the strings of convention, and the hypocrisy of mediocrity, but what’s it all mean? The true beauty is the answer to that question, what’s it all mean, why absolutely nothing, just like it was in the beginning so it shall be again, and don’t you think it’s something to look forward too, I do, don’t you, hey what happened to that fly anyway?
The abstract nature of life itself is enough to paint a picture. What is this existence, born to weep, cast out on a stone drifting in space, is it a planet, or just an dust speck inhabited by microscopic creatures that only can be seen while peering through a device used in a much bigger world than ours. What do you think, are we as big as your ego, or just a mouse looking for cheese after the people leave. What is the meaning of life, is it just to procreate in order to increase the tax base, or is there more? Many would say why ponder it at all, just get up, go to work, go home and make babies, that’s all! But in an abstract mind with its abstract thoughts there must be something more, more than simply corporate building blocks. There’s a bright beautiful world out there for every speck to see, a life to live without any fear or anxiety, a world of such wonders that with such a short life expectancy; better make reservations for a reincarnation to see what you missed the first time you visited this destination in the travel guide of creation. It’s plain to see that there are so many mysteries in life that even an abstract picture couldn’t contain them all, but we can try and isn’t that the beauty of life anyway, to live and die, to give it your best, to do it all, to hell with the rest, to climb that mountain, because it’s there, to be on top, to breathe the air. What is the biggest question of all, where do we go from here, are we there yet and, I’m hungry. For what more in life is necessary, than a bag of popcorn and a scary movie and a creature to cling to you when it comes from out of the tomb; or the sand between your toes, while watching the dog chase the stick into the surf, or the marichino cherry on the top of the whipped cream mound on your desert, or is it better just to be the fly trapped in the web screaming HELP ME! So what’s it going to be; only time will tell, listening to the ocean from inside that empty shell, or watching the clock tick from your cubicle with swell dreams of being the new COE, as the spider sharpens his knife Honey I’m home what’s for dinner tonight?
Art is the essence of all things re-expressed through the eyes of the artist, no matter how ugly that expression might be there is still some beauty in it for someone. Though the world with all its beauty, still has things in it that some would call grotesque, but as it was once said beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Abstract art not being the least of them, for the artist’s eye might see the beauty in the slimy trail of a slug’s tail that many fail to see any beauty at all, only a gross sticky excrement, instead of a shiny glistening substance that sparkles in the sunlight with almost a liquid metallic sheen that could be depicted as a lovely abstract scene with the garden green background as an essence of the realm of the usually unseen forces of nature, a slug being a force of nature you might say, perhaps not to you, but in the eyes of an ant crawling around the same garden grounds that slug could be a force of nature in its appearance to the small ant a giant with a sticky entanglement, then, out of nowhere, a butterfly swoops out of the air grasping the ant, lifting it up then flying away to a shrub where it set the ant free onto a spider’s web, where the ant wrangled and thrashed only to ensnare itself more in the elastic web attracting the spider with each rattle of the strings, the ant’s future now seems clear; hey anyone seen that fly? It’s as clear as the smile on Mona Lisa’s face; and that is abstract art in another place, a place free of the entrapment of the strings of convention, and the hypocrisy of mediocrity, but what’s it all mean? The true beauty is the answer to that question, what’s it all mean, why absolutely nothing, just like it was in the beginning so it shall be again, and don’t you think it’s something to look forward too, I do, don’t you, hey what happened to that fly anyway?
By Kelly McManus
Abstract Expressionist
