Archive for Brent Harris

Little More

Posted in Art, Poetry, Thoughts about art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2014 by brentharrisfineart
SAD ~ Seasonal Acknowledgement Display  7" x 10" ~ $280.00

SAD ~ Seasonal Acknowledgement Display

To grow, art can make a wonderful start
When it comes straight from your heart
When only from your head it’s for a mart
Then, I’d think it is little more than a fart

It will be noticed, so loud and so brash
Despite the smell, it should bring cash
Its sound and fury, disappear in a flash
The smell will linger like rotting trash

Can we know in the straight and narrow
Will we understand deep in our marrow
Will we never know from birth to barrow
Will we never get it to our eternal sorrow

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Like a Tom Waits Song

Posted in Art, Show Announcement with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 18, 2014 by brentharrisfineart

Please join me
and a select group
of other fine artists

For

“Like a Tom Waits Song” Arc Gallery, 1246 Folsom Street, San Francisco

Opening Reception ~ Saturday, May 3rd, 7-9 PM

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This show runs through

Saturday, June 21st

 

I am proud to be included in the gallery show and look forward to seeing you at the opening reception. If you are unable to attend, please don’t miss this show, and check out the other fine artists in the on-line gallery during this same time.

Arc Gallery said: “We received many submissions nationally and the juror,” Andrea Schwartz, “had a challenging time narrowing her choices among the many competitive submissions.” Andrea Schwartz of Andrea Schwartz Gallery in San Francisco, CA, said: “The limit of 28 works of art for the gallery show was not an easy task…”

Nothing but the Whistle and the Steam ~ 18" x 24" ~ Oil

Nothing but the Whistle and the Steam

An Artist’s Journey

Posted in Laughter, Poetry, Thoughts about art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2014 by brentharrisfineart
Road Less Travelled

Road Less Travelled

An Artist’s Journey

Fears, Worries, Thoughts, Hopes and Prayers

Oh, if I could somehow dream, imagine, see
A way to choose to overcome my mediocrity
Habits of making do, settling, learned young
Hang ups found in therapy Freud or Carl Jung

Tend well my heart-seed reaching for the sun
Yet, its flower may not bloom before I’m done
I must forget my fear, question what it’s about
What do I gain, lose, if I listen to them shout

Trust my heart to guide, dig deep and be true
No surety of how it will affect me, affect you
My ideas, art, life may molder, to be forgotten
Soon tossed into the dumpster, spoiled, rotten

Perhaps on some earth, distant in space, time
Everyone so amazed, thinks my work sublime
None of this can be my worry, give me pause
My spirit expands when I but try, just because

If I’m a hack, a poseur, I will never ever know
I might simply disappear in nuclear afterglow
Courage, my soul’s heart beats furiously now
Image and words come through me as I allow

I simply cannot worry if I oft feel lost, alone
But relax, let life turn over every single stone
And discover whatever I have always sought
It grows within, whether it’s found or it’s not

Chances are, I may not find, accept my quest
Life’s an adventure, I must bring my very best
Home port may be where I will start and stop
Yet I’m still on board if I only wield the mop

I will make mistakes which will make me cry
I will also witness all the glory, fire in the sky
Spend all my life asking questions, what, how
Acknowledge the inevitable, gracefully bow