artist painter

medusa & pegasus

MP26 nightfall 2019 oil 55 x 46 cm


What if the horse would not fly? he thought,
The horse that has transcended miseries
Of mine thousands of times with headlong ease,
The real, the self-invented; to skies brought
Me so blue that I forgot what lay below
As well as clouds up there? It won me peace,
That was what made me trust if things gót só
I could not bear, the horse would bring release.

No less, he mused, than what made me believe
That horse burst forth from what rolled on the ground:
Imagination sprung from a horror dead.
And if such faith, he frowned, could so derive,
A flightless horse might teach some way to find
Life in the light of Medusa’s living head.