Art is not owned by nations,
And can never be
Soviet enough,
Uzbek enough

Though the artists
Might be chained to times
Or movements

The images, painted
Breathe, stretch oiled wings
And own themselves
Before flight.

***Fragment of something larger, inspired by this:

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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11 Responses to Renegades

  1. Green Speck says:

    Art can never be captured in boundaries … true !!!

  2. Alice Keys says:

    Good poem. Thanks for the link. Lovely, strong works.

  3. Doris says:

    I love this Susan

  4. This should be on a plaque at the entrance to a gallery. Hopefully one day I’ll open a gallery somehow and make it so!

  5. nelle says:

    Borderlines are not so different than the paints on canvas, arbitrary, although too often, a mark made by force contending with counterforce. To a seagull or a moose, these things are meaningless save for the extra hoofwork the moose might need to get to a destination.

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