Arte Merva - Your Inspiration for April 2011

Just a few words for one painting - by Lloubras Eyre

N'entends tu pas la plainte de ces yeux
Juste un regard, une souffrance qui se tait
Un visage impassible qui comtemple la vie
Comtempler n'est pas forcément subjuguer
On ne décrit pas une peinture, on l'a vit!**
Les mots sont inutiles quand le frisson t'envahit

The Madonna’s (PART 3) by Llola Lane

I awoke suddenly. I could hear alarms and sirens. They echoed in my cabin. I heard footsteps outside my door. Someone was banging on it. Half asleep I answered the door. “We’re HERE!” a man’s voice said. The hallway was bright and noisy so I just nodded and closed the door.

I thought to myself…”The story continues.”

Eyes of Hope - by lloubras Eyre

eyes of pain, reddened by too many tears
the eyes of hope, betrayed by too many hatred

The Madonna’s (PART 2) by Llola Lane

After a month of talking we still were no closer to finding an answer to our questions about what the Madonna’s where. I lay in bed awake with lots of questions… but no answers. I finally drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the Madonna talking to me. She was speaking but no words were coming out of her mouth. She kept touching her red hair above her left eye. The same eye with the white bird tattoo under it. It was then that I noticed the X above her eye…

The Alien - by Lillian Morpork

I stood in the field and looked at the sky,
And saw a glowing ball flash by,
A streak of light that caught my eye -
A flaming meteor.

The Madonnas (PART 1) by Llola Lane

As someone once told me... X hardly EVER marks the spot. So then... WHY am I sitting in this space ship heading for some planet I've never even been to??? THAT is a story in itself...

It all started about a year ago....

Mater Dolorosa - by Sven Pertelson

Light shines through stained glass
Silent, the church holds vigil
As a single candle burns
In memory of a son

Shaman by Lillian Morpork

I sat in the sling chair and let my eyes wonder around the room. I was in a hut, in a jungle village, the only white person here, or as far as I knew, the only one within a thousand miles. And I was stuck here for the foreseeable future.

The EYES say it all! by LLola Lane

Her eyes stare at me
and I can't help but wonder
Is she human or is she alien?