Live your Dreams

Credit to Caspar David Freidrich, whose paintings often feature a figure gazing off into the distance, but his view on life was profoundly melancholic.
Hence my insertion of a young person in this one, to bring a tone of looking ahead to the future - a hopeful mood.

Second credit - I read a poem from Kenya by Mac Adrone Adonay called ‘Wheels keep spinning’ which includes the phrase ‘Arise brave youth, the future lies on you……”

And - The Brecon Beacons provide the backdrop, there is actually a rock known as the Diving Board, like this.

And on the subject of dreams, and melancholy …….
This poem is my own.
The surreal style of the painting (‘Disappointment’) is a deliberate irony - there is nothing surreal about it.

GONE

Our dreams brought us here,
among the woods.
Among the trees.
It was great.
Blue skies, sunshine.
Then one day, far away,
smoke.
We watched, we smelled the wind.
Then

Closer and closer. You could see it coming.
People running, shouting.
Quick quick, clear the undergrowth.
As if.

We couldn’t stop the flames, the roar, the screams.
We couldn’t carry everything, anything. We had to run.
Houses disappeared.
Flames everywhere, choking smoke, dirt, noise.
I saw a car explode.

Now -
Ashes, silence, memories.
The house is gone.
The dreams are gone.
The money’s gone.
All gone.

OUR ATMOSPHERE

This is the time of the human.

People, people, people.
People here, there and everywhere.
All breathing this same air.

Cities of millions.
Each and every one just like you, and me.
Hungry, anxious, loving, caring, hungry, angry.
The same stars in their eyes, clouds in their skies.
Wind in the hair, everywhere.

Maybe that‘s why we are pulled to those hills?
To be reminded each one of us is a tiny dot,
blown away in a blink.
Think.
We all need food and this world is our garden.
Look after it.