Dreaming the Bellinis Jacopo and Giovanni
dreaming a Masaccio
with wider sympathies
inventing modern painting
bringing it about
imbuing it with light
light of a great beauty not fingering a form
a jewel in it's own right
as subject
depth
as something to display
It's not the light that ripples on a surface...
This light bends surface into form.
It's what Masaccio placed centre stage
but could not find an actor with the depth
so mixed it with an artificial light
supplanting line
with lines half learnt, lines mimed
left silent on the stage
until Bellini gave them voice
invoked massed choirs
to supersede line's single voice.
Bellini's love of nature
blossomed in the light
his colours were the colours of creation
thus painting's Holy Trinity
light
colour
form
became of age.
13 comments:
Your poetic words fit this beautiful picture
Your poetic words fit this beautiful picture
Dave you capture the spirit of the light in these paintings very well.
excelente post
Sharp marriage of words and picture.
nice...really well done dave, i enjoyed the form as well..
Dave,
Once again, I feel more educated after reading one of your beautiful poems! I love the mingling of religious symbolism with nature with art. Masterfully done!
That was a good suggestion; you took to it very well.
And I will look closely at the next Bellini I see.
A befitting poem to accompany the picture.
'this light bends surface into form' is a beautiful line.
Wonderfully crafted, Dave!
Marja
Hi thanks for visiting. So good to have your comments.
The Weaver of Grass
Thanks for that, Weaver, useful bit of feedback.
taio
Welcome to the blog and many thanks for your kind comment.
David
Much appreciated.
Brian
Many thanks, good to hear.
Lolamouse
'tis Bellini that is the master, but much gratitude for the kind comments.
TechnoBabe
Thanks, yes it was an excellent suggestion.
Jenny
Hi and welcome. Thanks for visiting.
SG
A warm welcome and sincere thanks for the comment. It is the line that most satisfied me.
Mary
Thanks again.
I am not well-educated enough to fully appreciate this poem, but still it sings to me.
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