He couldn’t be captured in a phrase
Or one hundred…
He was like no one,
He was like a foreign country
That you travelled through
Eerie landscapes and glistening lakes
Camouflaged in mists
And dreamed about.
He was like a giant umbrella
In bright colors
Protective of winds and shadows
Bandaging unseen wounds
In tenderness and
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Art – Harald Sohlberg
Reposting an old poem written in 2015
I once said that I could write a poem for each and every one of Harald Sohlberg’s paintings.
They break the silence of the words unspoken but so solemnly thought in the whirlwind of gold whispering leaves blown away in the opera of mellow sunsets.
Harald Sohlberg – Moonlight by the Sea, 1907
“Ideas come and go, stories stay.”
-Nassim Nicholas Taleb
ArtStory by Harald Sohlberg.
Harald Sohlberg. I could write a poem for each and every one of his paintings.
A Moonlight with a Lighthouse, Coast of Tuscany.
What is the light without a moon
And the moon without the light?
The light is what we crave
But moon is what we see.