Meditations and variations
evoked by my artist's palette that
were written in Paris in November 1993 and in Lebanon 2005
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My glowing palette, my universe and my
Held in my left hand close against my heart...
Or reposing on a table-top in front of my heart...
Always there, a dream-world of fantasy,
My palette, you inspire all my creation.
You are the crucible where my feelings blend,
Blossoms and oceans streaming from your paints,
One moment massed forms and another fine points;
Then lines, shapes, lights and surfaces,
All in a burst of colour..
You are my helper and confessor too,
Knowing my fears, my regrets, my weaknesses and my tears.
You know the depths of my ardour and passions,
The marvellous enchantment and genius of your shaper...
Yet are always discreet when you welcome me.
Between us two, every day the story is the same:
Scraping, cleaning, mixing and grinding...
Folly and charm, storm and patience and perseverance...
You never protest,
You never refuse
But always you bend to my will;
You share my joys and my sorrows,
You are there in all that I do...
The colours meet on your surface smooth
And pile up in chaotic relief,
Then seep into you shining face,
Now the arena of lasting struggle.
You are a relic revered,
An altar where my offerings are laid,
And a shrine to receive my prayers.
Dear palette ... I keep you preciously;
You are intimate part of my striving...
You bear my imprint, imbibed with my blood...
The zephyrs of my soul, my meditation, my breath,
With this fire you burn and consume me...
made to Mary
...When I first came to know you,
I was still of tender age, ten years, no more;
Was this an age at which to fall for you?
Who could have said that this eternal love would be for ever pure,
a model and mysterious?
You are that Grail which transforms my tears,
The rock which stands against the cruel test of time,
All gaiety, joy ... and future hope...
For you and before you, heroes, goddesses, muses and magic fays
bow their heads...
And through you flows every expression, every communication...
When cowardice and care make me leave you,
I seem to lose my very self,
And only when I find you, find again my being,
And so I join with you a little space,
Wide and vast like infinite time.
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