"To the Artist "

"To the Artist"

Greg Budig 2020

To the artist who painted 

the starry night.

Who's passions could 

not be contained. 

Why did you suffer?

It wasn't in vain. 

Your fevered vision 

changed a dark world. 

To the artist who painted 

the haystacks of France.

A repetition of subtle 

changes in light. 

Impressions of the world 

through inventive eyes. 

Visions captured in your 

garden and water lilies 

in mammoth scale. 

To the artist who painted 

the scream of nature. 

To capture the raw and 

bitter nerve of pain. 

Mental anguish was 

your inheritance. 

Artwork your therapy. 

To explain the 

expressions of life. 

To the artist who painted 

 Spanish horrors of war. 

Who saw the art world 

as a place with no rules. 

Changing perspective,

a two dimensional lens.

Straight lines evolved 

into blue and rose cubes.

Loved or hated, who cares. 

To the artist who painted 

a bizarre new world. 

Whose memory has 

become persistent in time. 

A twisted strange vision 

of a place so surreal.

You became a character 

in your own

masterful design. 

To the artists who paint.

Who express their 

own unique visions. 

Who are not afraid to 

color out of the lines. 

To break with tradition,

to see something new,

to honestly not be afraid. 

To the artists who paint.

The End