Behold the hand that makes, and Lo!
The hand that ruins, or beauty sliding away from it...
Mural paintings and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor
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There's need to rescue these wall murals before it is too late.
St. Paul University, Quezon City.
Far from Renoir's art, the colors of Rembrandt;
neither realism nor expressionism, though nil;
my brush just went rolling, rolling, and singing,
Neptune's tune, going with imagery and will.
Far from the deep, and far from the ocean cove,
neither in a submarine nor with a diving gear,
the scene is as vivid as it had never been seen;
it's the inner mind, even with fading senses bear.
There's time a thing, anything is viewed with awe,
and when it is no longer, when faded and worn;
in time in another view, this to be no longer true,
knowest a masterpiece however it was sworn.
Through ages, neither continuous nor continuum,
that art and man, and man and art, not the same;
like the lost era that built the glorious renaissance,
the ancient, the ethnic, the unknown remain.~
Behold the hand that makes, and Lo! the hand
that ruins, or beauty sliding away from it,
the murals peeling off and the wall crumbling -
so with art, its heart, its message, its spirit. ~
Far from the deep, and far from the ocean cove,
neither in a submarine nor with a diving gear,
the scene is as vivid as it had never been seen;
it's the inner mind, even with fading senses bear.
There's time a thing, anything is viewed with awe,
and when it is no longer, when faded and worn;
in time in another view, this to be no longer true,
knowest a masterpiece however it was sworn.
Through ages, neither continuous nor continuum,
that art and man, and man and art, not the same;
like the lost era that built the glorious renaissance,
the ancient, the ethnic, the unknown remain.~
Behold the hand that makes, and Lo! the hand
that ruins, or beauty sliding away from it,
the murals peeling off and the wall crumbling -
so with art, its heart, its message, its spirit. ~
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