“To the deeps” dreams inhabiting the canvas, that only my brush strokes could give them soul, and only the palettes could bring to life their hued reflections flickering in my imagination ~

Conspicuous in light and shadows.

   

  

  “to the deeps” series #3 of 4 oil on canvas 20×20 by Jeques B. Jamora, 2009

 This is the time of my life when I am fully in touch with my creative muse and the river of my mind is in its calmest state, where any minute movements are reflected that could stir ripples of dreams, and rapture of colors like the blossoms in springtime.  The pages and the pads and the canvas are like the verdant fields where my dreams bloom. They are like the river in my mind where the fishes swim to the deeps in their coquettish dance moves that preludes to a million dreams. 

 

 ”To the deeps,” a series that would be my grown up version of the “dots and lines,” a metaphor for my continuous artistic exploration as a self-taught artist, symbolic of my quest for true love. The series has no beginning, no end. The fishes can swim on and on until my gray hair days: metaphor for eternity.

At midnight

When half the world is asleep,

The prying eyes of the nocturnal owl

Stays alert for mice dozing undergrounds.

 

A turtle slowly prowls in the swamp

Disturbs the resting fishes

In shallow waters ~

 

Somewhere, you are confined

Asleep in your room dreaming,

While I stay awake questioning.

 

Am I part of your dreams tonight?

Would I take part in your life

When you awake in the morning?

 

The night ends

The owl catches no mice;

The fishes gone to the deeps,

But the turtle hasn’t reach where ’tis going,

Like me, my doubts never fading.

 

But nevertheless always wishing

That one day I’d stop questioning

 

And to the deeps

I would let the fishes

 

Swim.

 

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