An Art & Painting collaboration series about Courage featuring three figurative painters from Europe ~ Tania Rivilis & Preslav Kostov & Francien Krieg ~ All Original Poetry and Performances from Laurence Fuller.
It is time for a series celebrating humanity, our follies, our triumphs, our courage in the face of all obstacles, even though our skin may be bare.
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Three pieces
Editions of 12 @ 120xtz.
3 forms below, one for each piece and one for the full set (at 297xtz).
Settled via Objkt ~ Sunday 03/27.
What do you see young Prince? ~ Original oil painting & animation by Tania Rivils @tania_rivilis ~ Original Poetry & Performance by Laurence Fuller @laurencefuller
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What do you see Young Prince?
by Laurence Fuller
What do you see Young Prince?
But the King’s fall,
Red from the Tyrants rule,
Step one foot on that stage,
Chandelier drops from the ceiling on the ball,
Scatter like falling debris,
Young prince what do you see?
What do you see Young Prince?
Red silk cloaked in robes,
Swallow pearls until they choke,
The Monarch moves his pieces on the board,
Until those pawns find marble swords,
To prick forfinger and thumb,
Young Prince what do you see?
What do you see Young Prince?
The fire in his eyes lights up the visage of his subjects,
Every move under the scrutiny,
And the growing whispers of mutiny,
Scoundrels wash there hands of thee,
Young Prince what do you see?
What do you see Young Prince?
The night owl’s wilder than the sparrow,
As it watches over a single subject,
Steel blade cut the silence of my gaze,
It would impel me to speak,
If speech were not the only thing to pry a raven’s beak,
Worms, carrion, war and sleet,
As it waits by the window just to tap its claws on the floor,
Is it up to you to strike the chord?
Young Prince what do you see?
Courage has a human face ~ Original oil painting by Francien Krieg @francien_krieg ~ Original Poetry & Animation & Music & Performance by Laurence Fuller @laurencefuller
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Prowling Dogs
by Laurence Fuller
Courage stands by defiance,
To face the flock of vultures,
Once freedom won, its not undone with ease,
Tyrant get on your knees!
A fire burns inside,
The young are makers of the old by action and by time,
And time pales any act of cowardice by design,
In recent memory, if I could only remember,
An act and baring more brave than your last breathe,
Scavengers pace the fresh flesh.
But it’s the blood of a tyrant that wets the soil,
As he’s strung up for the feral dogs,
Chased to the edges of this earth for his pockets filled with oil,
And his flesh the feed of hogs.
The dignity of the brave,
Makes their dying day,
Worth the flowers by the gate,
And the scavengers passing,
One they celebrate.
Courage has a human face
Set your servitude Ablaze
Burn your old language of control
Fires in the trees, fires in the bleeding fields of peace,
Prowling dogs fleece,
Until those fires cease,
We want peace.
The crown falls, what’s left is bare naked flesh ~ Original oil painting by Preslav Kostov @preslavkostov ~ Original Poetry & Animation & Music & Performance by Laurence Fuller @laurencefuller
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Body’s Aflame
by Laurence Fuller
What do you believe?
Red hallows in the leaves,
When man fails to achieve,
That’s when he does thieve,
Hubris on the cusp of all that we miss,
Searching for grandeur in the hopeless abyss,
Lost in the forest of one’s own discontentments.
The crown falls down rectory halls,
Clanking on the ground,
The sound tingles the spine,
Give me all the luxury that’s mine,
Gold and glory
Warring worlds in the unwritten stories,
The power of memory,
Is the greatest I posses,
Storehouses of my life at its best,
Fallen years corrode the vanquishment of time.
Fruits of the past make the future,
But their seeds are weerisome to grow,
Wherever I do sow,
Pools of mud and crow,
If I belong to the past,
I can live in the shadows that they cast,
Live only in memory,
For my body’s all in flames.
Swing sickles at my heart again,
Feels better that way,
Better than facing the daylight today,
Golden pools,
Elixir my frustrations,
I can only find who I am in the fire of their eyes,
The cheering compulsions In disguise,
The masquarade of life,
Once the curtains drawn,
Their seats still warm
But they’re all gone,
My love left a rose on the stage but it burnt in a thousand ways,
Ashen and forever under my gaze.
Firey fingertips once made masters kneel,
Now frosted lips do cowling ziellets do kiss.
Reserve the full set of three pieces for 297xtz