Art Title: Constant Gardener © Lisa FalzonVisit her website to see additional works.
The artist was born and raised in Malta, but lives in rural Ireland and
specializes in several media-digital, oils, photography
and mixed-media.
Artwork used with permission from Lisa Falzon.
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We are all covered in thorns! And, still we deserve to be loved.
LOVE HURTS
I've been hybridizing roses,
Off and on for 20 years,
I've created awesome beauties,
Earned the envy of my peers,
The variety I'm holding,
Has features never matched,
Due to her thorny nature,
You see I'm quite attached
It's a relationship that's filled,
With pain and pleasure, too.
I must guard her and protect her,
Or they'd put her in a zoo.
Oh wow!!! How I know this one.
(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)
LISA FALZON'S "CONSTANT GARDENER"
The gardener is the painter, a faithful harvester
of the history of art. For here is an update of
sixteen-century Lucan Sagnolli's chapel painting
Christ with Mary Magdalene. Here are their eyes-
his serene & downcast, hers raised dolorous.
Here are the scarred bare feet, and a gash
in the side of a young man. In both paintings,
a grey hill & turquoise sky, blue-green
garments, lips the pink of Raphael. And resting
on the slope of the hill, empty as the reliquary
of a skull: one watering can, its spout as long
and thin as a thigh bone. Modern mortality.
But here, the thorns are radical -- removed
from the martyr's head, placed instead on the
naked back of the woman. The christ-man plucking
one from the harlot's skin. A crucifixion, yes,
but this time, in our miraculous age of equal
opportunity, belonging to Mary Magdalene.
(note from poet: in the interest of greater accuracy, I am posting this poem again, corrected. Please disregard earlier version.)
CONSTANT GARDENER
The painter is the gardener, a faithful harvester
of the history of art. This work could be an update
of Lucan Signorelli, or of the Carmine chapel's
two-figure crucifixion. Here are similar eyes--his serene and downcast, hers raised, dolorous. Here, too, are scarred bare feet and a gash
in the side of a young man. Renaissance
blue-green garments, lips the pink of Raphael.
And resting on the slope of a grey hill, empty
as a skull : one watering can, its spout as long
and thin as a thigh bone. Modern reliquary. Yet notice how radical these thorns -- removed
from the martyr's head, torturing instead the long
naked back of the woman.The christ-man plucking
one from the harlot's skin. A crucifixion, yes,
but this time, in our miraculous age of equal
opportunity, one belonging to Mary Magdalene.
Now that is a sight to behold. I think she has been in my yard with my thorny bougainvillea's or bogeys. He still loves her thorny body and she is happy for that. Have a great week Nancy.
Through pains a many,
And labors a plenty
He cares for his pride,
And softens out the hide.
Before all, among all,
With nothing, for nothing.
Covering her shame,
Softening the pain.
He cares, he loves,
He loves, he cares.
He is there. Always.
"A rose without thorns is like a love without heartbreak"
A garden with no rake
A Bar-B-Q without steak
And cookies made "no bake"
Or birthdays without cake
"Not tonight" with no headache
A race car with no brakes
Earth without earthquakes
Like islands without lakes
A Beauty who won't wake
Art not for it's own sake
Perfecting a mistake
Refusing to partake
No give and then all take
A rose without thorns is like the First Sin with no snake
Wow! Lisa's work is exceptional. I'm awed.
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