Well, will you look at that!
Did you read the certificate below the picture? That’s right! ‘Glitch’ won 2nd place in the Acrylic Section at the Burdekin Art Society Inc. Art Exhibition. There were entries from all over Queensland, but unfortunately I didn’t get to stay and check them all out — A couple of weeks ago I drove the hour and three quarters to deliver my entries and had to get back home. Then by the time I went back today to collect them (no sale, alas) the place was already stripped. Those I did see were of an excellent quality, so congratulations to all the winners, place-getters and all entries.
Biggest THANK YOU and congratulations to the tireless volunteers who organised it all. You are legends and we the artists bow down before you.
I am thrilled with this win, as I worked so hard and so long on this painting, and the competition I did it for didn’t even think it worth being in the finals. I was terribly disappointed, but it just goes to show just how subjective art appreciation is. What I like you may not and vice versa.
You may be asking yourself why on earth did I do this pixellated portrait. Well, it was engendered by a poem, which I wrote after being treated like a demented idiot by a young person who worked for the telco I was then using. I was totally outraged that they barely looked at me and, apparently because of my white hair, dismissed my assertions and questions out of hand. I crossed the road and changed to another telco.
Here is the poem…
Barely Visible I’m a glitch a pixellated blur on the blue screen of your life a monochrome in a colour called ‘old’ a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy barely visible. You avoid my eye lest you confront my humanity it says more than my mouth which sometimes has difficulty enunciating please, look at me underneath I’m falling apart. I won't shout for attention you overlook me neither hear nor listen I don’t speak your jive you ride rough-shod over my careful words barely audible. You snatch things from my hands, ‘Here, I’ll do that!’ but I want to show me how I can do it just slow down. In exchange I can tell you about the life you’re missing a world of butterflies and blue skies sunrises, flowers, amazing animals my words can take you there it’s more magical than the worlds on your screens. It’s a dangerous adventure real life, real death if mortally wounded you won’t rise again real sorrow, real pain hurt like hell you’ll want to hide but, if you do you’ll miss out on real joy, real love the touch of loving hands and lips Your flickering, deep sleep has made you forget my world our world. Look up look look at me make me visible. (c) Rosa Christian