” The Prism”

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A prism is an object who’s sides are a crystalline body. These sides meet at the edges forming a prism.

Inside of this 54″x9″x9″ wood sculpture are mirrors that span 48″ in height forming the parallelograms of the prism.

Mirrors reflect the image of the white enameled wood sculpture in contrast to its black enameled wood enclosure.

When viewing the sculpture from overhead there is an opening directly in the center creating an overhead view.

This overhead view creates five different views of the sculpture in one view. It makes it possible to see the entire work in the round in one view..

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” Enigma Under the Bed “

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The protective coated nonstick pan shields the steel from the man.
Like computer monitors dropping dimes, we sometimes wakeup to twisted lives.
Along the freeway of life I slow my car to view an accident like the rubberneckers all in row.
Glancing, coasting by, realizing it was me facedown on the protective coated asphalt land.
Moisture drips from my brow, sizzles as it hits the asphalt frying pan.
Sleepless days and restless nights how did I get to the place where the Salvation Army met Godwill?
Left alone to contemplate computer monitor separates.
Allegations of isolation frying in a nonstick pan.
Enigma under the bed again, it’s just another giant hand rocking the bed in twitter land.

” My Brother’s Rock “

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Pressed two into one my brother’s rock.
From long ago we walked the block.
The fossil, truly a glacier rock.
I’ve carried it from block to block.
My brothers gone, no walks, no talks from around the block.
No birthdays, no ball games, but thirty six years later,
I still have my brother’s rock.
ROCK ON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

” I HOPE “

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Upon the green fields of high rise condo’s.

With forest thick of protective undergrowth, it leads to a meadow of wild flowers.

The city streets envelope you into a shopping mall of suburban bliss.

The deli, the diner, the dinner table, you drive thru life never knowing what tomorrow will bring.

You hop a train, a plane, a bus into the future.

So many things I would like to say, so many things I could write all day.

But in the end its like each day, it is what it has been.

Tomorrow’s another day.

I HOPE one day my Son will read my posts, and know I think of him every day.

LOVE Dad ,,              ….. the artist

 

 

“Thanks Mr. Sinchak” a.k.a. ED

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He always said ART is the most important thing in the world.
No matter if you believe this or not, the truth is we all interact with art in many forms everyday.
If it were not for creative people and visionaries there would be no paintings to view no photographs to see and no internet to post them on.
So yes as my High School ART teacher always said art is the most important thing in the world.

I Pay Homage to “Mr. Edward Sinchak” a great artist and a great teacher!
Thanks ED

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