“it makes sense that it should happen this way-that the sky should break and the earth should shake” – Poe

This post has potential to be the longest one ever. Being taken completely taken over by this piece of music, I feel it necessary to write in such a way to honor the music, and how it is so relative personally. First I am going to talk about a life altering Art Show in Pittsburgh. It was the first exposure experienced with true outsider art. The show toured the United States enthralling many. Most artists were either incarcerated or were rendered sadly unfortunate with mental issues. The artists were all from areas, and had no idea of what any other artist may be creating.

The most exciting thing for me was noting the recurring objects or themes from one wonderful piece to the next; some disturbing, some not. Examples that were outstanding were birds, cages, trains and doors. My thoughts were of freedom and flying away, and escape.

I’ve given thought to my own feelings of wishing for those same things; if for nothing else than pure fantasy.

I am going to post the Poe (one of my all time favorites) lyrics for you to ponder while listening to the music.
I hope you enjoy the art and this post. As always I wish you love and happiness.

#art #abstract #artist #outsider
Music: Poe – Fly Away
Art: tierza Title: “Sweet bird of prey” – mixed media on paper. (available)

Poe: Lyrics to Fly Away
It makes sense that it should happen this way
That the sky should break and the earth should shake
As if to say, sure it all matters but in such an unimportant way
As if to say, hey, hey

Fly away, sweet bird of prey
Fly, fly away, nothing can stand in your way
Sweet bird, if you knew the words
I know that you’d say, fly, fly away

In makes sense that it should hurt in this way
That my heart should break and my hands should shake
As if to say, sure it don’t matter except in the most important way
As if to say, hey, hey

Fly away, sweet bird of prey
Fly, fly away, I won’t stand in your way
Sweet bird, if you knew the words
I know that you’d say, fly, fly away

In makes sense that it should feel just this way
That you slowly fade and yet still remain
As if to say, everything matters in such an invisible way
As if to say, it’s okay, fly away