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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4393 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention For the Artists Didi Menendez Blue Eyes His fingers smelled of linseed oil. Sometimes he'd forget, Brush them through his hair. When he'd remember, his chin did a quick swift up. Black hair would fly como un gallo and fall back into place between brush strokes. His guitar was never too far. And neither was I Whenever I got the chance To watch the artist with Blue eyes, Blue jeans. His models were Malo album covers. It was '72 and all that played that summer was Carol King's voice "So far away" and her piano. When I think of him today, I would have liked to have worn a blue silk kimono nothing more. Be the instrument that brought on his love for cobalt. Amber Eyes The artist with amber eyes sculpts soapstone. He chisels. Resin retained on fingertips. Blows gently the creases. Particles fly up into the studio fall on objects that call out for his touch. When he is done, I become his unfinished statuette. Soapstone Dust; our only blanket. My Eyes Jessica tells me that when she is old like me, she too will grow babies. I tell her that she, her brothers and sister are Mona Lisas. She says, "Mami what is a Mona lisa?" I say "She is the baby grown out of great artists." |
