landscape art by Angela Rose, http://www.angelarose.org
Art and Landscape
There is art that interrupts the landscape,
Grabs the eye to cease scanning the horizon.
Sharp edged lines juxtaposed
against the soft curves of nature.
Dissonance that sparks the mind.
It’s the shock of yellow pipes writhing
in the stillness of high sun.
A vertical wind chime,
tintinnabulation amid melodic birdsong.
It’s the pointed harpsichord of hard steel
piercing feathery mesquite shadows
and the stubborn, strong-red sculpture
holding fast against the wind
when all else bends.
There is art that marries the landscape
like a bridegroom’s caress.
Supple lines undulating
with the rolling mane of distant hills.
It’s the vulvac “initial encounter”
whose cupping feminine pelvis
and legs of contoured grace
mirror the voluptuous eucalyptus trees.
It’s blue coils
nestled in the rambling arms
of a mesquite tree
like the whorled snake
who presses himself beneath
the cool bottom of a rock.
Like flesh that needs bones
or flimsy petals gathered on a stem
life needs hardscape.
Structures of art
interpreting nature’s message.
Symmetry and strength,
sustaining the elements and time
and lighting the imagination
like the innumerable stars in the firmament.