Poem 280 – Representing Light

The history of art is the history of representing light

The way the light can fall on a face is simple, yet strange –
I have no way to paint it on my page.
I cannot paint a hand, show how the sun
Glances or lingers lovingly in an eye,
Watching for eternity with a blend of blue and grey.
I could not say what it is
That makes the city’s neon different
To light passed through a leaf,
But the ages show that when seeing the world
There are many ways to see the light.


Dear readers,

The title quote comes from a passing comment made by one of my professors who is something of an expert in the field of art. It made me think about how it is essentially obvious – all art (in the sense of paintings) is visual, and must be about light, and yet how much has the depiction of light changed!

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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