I gave myself a challenge back in 2014: Write poems inspired by paintings made by selected painters. Which paintings it was and what they portrayed didn’t matter as long as they were meaningful to me – for whatever reason.
The first two painters chosen were J. M. W. Turner and Caspar David Friedrich, which are the ones you will find represented on these pages, but I hope to add more in the future.
Turner was chosen for his style which I have always admired; Friedrich for his style as well as subject matter which, although it depicted Germany, quite often (mountains excepted) reminded me a good deal of my home in Denmark.
As the poems are spontaneous reactions to the paintings, they tend to be short and emotional. Personal. And that’s the point exactly. Show how art evokes emotions, and try to convey what emotions certain paintings evoke in me. It is an experiment, and it has been an enlightening one.
You will find the poems accompanied by the painting which inspired them on these pages, so that you will have a chance to compare, and ponder what each one could possibly mean to you, if that is what you feel like – but if I were to advise you on the matter, I would encourage a museum trip to study them in real life, in order to get the full experience.
What was holy is profane, what profound is now in vain; times have changed and much is lost, some is gained but at a cost. Where we worshipped we shall swear, where we cried we’ll no more care; the memories […]
The darkness and the sunlight. The water in the heat. The steam that reach the skies. The mist that stays beneath. The world and all its cycles. The abyss at my feet. Nature and its miracles; simplicity beneath.
A gentle desolation. Remains left up to fate. Light shines through empty windows and silence is the gate. Humility be learned in a place of former glory when you realize, in ruins, the place seems yet more holy.
Out, blueing in the distance and paling to my view a range of tempting mountains and cool tree-shadows too – I wish that I could go there and hide from worldly view, I wish that I could go there just […]
What an evening, what a sunset! Skies that shine above and brood below in deepest purple, pink and red that deepen the ships’ silhouettes – I’ve stood there too, there on that beach, admired that same, well-known sea, watched fire […]