Two Poems for Philip Carey
Art in Everything
A true artist Philip Carey
sees art in everything
makes art of everything
He wakes in the morning thinking of art
Goes to sleep at night
dreaming of art
At home in his
foggy beach town
he gardens like an artist
he cooks like an artist
he sings like an artist
Nothing escapes his world
not pencil shavings
not medical supplies
not candy wrappers
not the sketches
from a thousand
meetings
not Buddhas
not sea shells
He exists inside his drawings
He dwells in his drawings
He gathers his drawings in books
where he leads tours
of his dreams
He draws borders and art
on post-it notes
on six foot poles
on walls
on envelopes
on pictures of Bandit
If you stand still he will
put art around you
Amazing art and life
of a rare
and creative artist
(2016)
Art in His Veins
Linda Ferreira
He was born with art in his veins,
Poppy red, Lemon yellow, true blue, chocolate
Cadmium orange, Seashell pink, rosy beige,
and all the colors of the Prisma.
Skipping, smiling, laughing, singing,
never stopping.
Everything catches his eye
and his imagination.
His hand races
over mountains and trees
made of color on paper and
scraps of things found.
His passion is people and
things he can art,
the organs inside him,
his life by the Sea.
He travels by train, plane
FJ and U-Haul
To fill whole galleries with
WONDERS
Inspiring, surprising.
He’s kind, and one of a kind,
with an eye full of humor
and a hand that won’t stop.
With Colors and shapes that play and amuse,
He gives birth to strange things,
WITH THAT ART IN HIS VEINS!
(2017)