![]() The wind blows across the mesa, gathers dust, The 2019 exhibit in Paris of Franz Marc’s paintings was one such special occasion. Sandi Stromberg, a poet and art enthusiast, cherishes the rare opportunities to experience art through her grandson’s eyes. Or to play hide-and-seek with a horse and rider inserted between cubes of green meadow, yellow field, red woods.įor him, Fauve country with its red monkeys and deer, yellow lions and cows, provides a perfect pasture through which to gallop on the back of a bright blue horse. ![]() Paintings that invite his fancy to find cows grazing in the angles of a red/green/blue/orange house with a white dog. I put aside what I knew of the artist-that these four horses might be those of the apocalypse or that he would die young-to enter Alex’s imagination.įor him-born 100 years later-Marc’s world abounds with bold colours and whimsical animals. For him, everything vibrated under the sweeping yellow curves of an expansive, unrestricted sky. ![]() Oh, to behold blue horses like my six-year-old grandson, with whom I saw Marc’s paintings in the Musée de l’Orangerie. Any thoughts of mounting them one by one and riding off into his vibrant and shifting styles have long been impaled in concrete. I have grown too world-weary to ride Franz Marc’s blue horses. Kate is now busy editing her workĪnd setting up her website. She is a regular reader of The Ekphrastic Review and her work has appeared in response to some of the challenges. Over the last few years she has returned to writing and has had success with poems published in webzines in Britain and internationally. Kate Young lives in Kent with her husband and has been passionate about poetry and literature since childhood.
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