A mixed ancestry kid, at his desk Richard 'imitates' Yerka or 'paints' Boléro (see the insider). By his very nature, he likes to like and hates to hate. Richard stopped painting when he was 8 years old. With this small collection of his 10 paintings and 11 poems, Richard aims to fundraise for the museums, to ensure that the access is free for kids who are seriously in love with the visual arts.
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About the author: At the time this book was published, Richard was 8 y/o.
Below, four of his poems (out of 11) are shared.
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MY HAUT MONDE
My mixed ancestry loaded me with a heavy duty-
For unconditioned love of versatile beauty,
The art of all nations - be that Aegean, Bauhaus or Graffiti,
Celtic, Tachisme, Ukiyo-e or De-Stiji.
From the Greek Parthenon, Armenian Vaults, Etruscan Sethlans,
German Torhalle, Russian Onion Domes, French Notre Dames ,
Japanese Pagoda, Chinese Siheyuan, to Burgos of Spain
I love your each piece; I am your huge fan.
MY HOPE
I hope for the better planet Earth
Full of knights and cavaliers
Where we'd think & walk in elegance, in grace,
Rejecting over-rendered commonplace.
I share my hope, if you'd need it,
Be in fire or flood you keep it, keep it;
Greediness is not the mode to commit,
Hope and virtue are things you credit.
I believe the beauty saves the world,
In contrary to what we are always told;
Tiny efforts of seeing grace in others
Filter our lives from disconsolateness.
My small hands are yet unable to 'paint hope,'
As mastered in Dali's "Madonna of Port Lligat," nope, nope!
With this, I share my vision on the left -**
The 'Key' for those whom hope has sadly left.
** (in the book, left to this poem there is the author's painting, named "hope")
POMPEII: THE CITY OF CAMPANIA
The Mount Vesuvius closed your charming scene
For 1,700 long years until your remains
Shined from the deeps of earth with enchanting beauty
Of the forum-baths, Faun House, & Villa of Mysteries.
You were the place where the highest society
Chose to spend vacations in comfort and beauty.
With palafittes, amphitheaters, and copious hotels
You made your history renown to our days.
CELLO: NO WORDS ARE NEEDED
No words are needed when a cello warms up,
Mastering suits of Handel, Bach, touching the hearts;
The music of High Baroque and Galante,
Appraised in Galant Nouveau Mercure.
No words are needed when the grace takes the turn;
Charging souls with elegance and stun;
For thou we owe the bow of the cello,
The 'harmony master' - violoncello!
TITANIC: A TRIBUTE TO GENTLEMEN
A vision of unsinkable beauty
Emerged in the yard of Belfast, Ireland,
Titanic cut through the North Atlantic
Carrying 2,200 hopes to 'New Land.'
With its Grand Staircase, Church, and Turkish baths
The Royal Mail Steamer was a 'dream;' it really was.
With grandeur, opulence, power of 46,000 horses
It bent on knees, as in Stead & Robertson prophecy.
The Millionaire's 'eagle' of the White Star Line,
Was captain Smith, who in line with Ida & Isidor Straus,
Andrews, Guggenheim, Harper, and pastor Byles
Perished as a gentleman of non-bending laurels.
