Through a Glass Eye

Oil colour on canvas. 58 inches by 39 inches. For my poem: THROUGH A GLASS EYE Shattering the perfect illusion of opaque glass With one live eye, Mellowed by fires of the past The one eyed tramp Wanders about the derelict mansions Of a clown, Not able to walk on stilts To reach through the mask of a clown that he was. As he tumbles The dice of many faces turn Seeing sides of a clown That he would not have seen Within his castle walls. In a mirror - behind a clock - on a mantlepiece Are images of a clown In a reflection of memories. Through the eye of the clock That tells the colour of his time He sees that if he lost sight Of his perception He would soon lose himself To illusion. © Christopher English

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David Holcombe 26 May 2005

This has a spooky quality. The background is dark and somber while the foreground is alive with color. Clowns are always ambigous subjects, simultaneously sad and funny. Your text acts as a compliment to the work which stands on its own. I like its excentricity.

Artist Reply: Hi, Thanks for your comments. Although an old painting of mine ( I painted it in the decade of my 20s ) I still consider the painting and the poem to be one of my true peices of art from the heart. And therefore, to me personally, the art work remains one of the best I have done. Regards, Christopher English

kim bailey 26 Jun 2004

I love this