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The art series

Art with a difference. These are the colors and shapes of the world as I see it - and these are the words that describe my visions and dreams and reality. What are we really without beauty? What do we become without hope?

I don't want to know.

These are all high-quality, archival prints. If you want something that really says something - a piece of art that will be unchanged when your great-grandchildren inherit it, these are for you.

All the art is original and all the poetry is done within five minutes of the painting being completed. After the poetry is written, nothing is changed.

This is real stream-of-consciousness type stuff. I can also do custom pieces from photos gathered by family members. Just send me an e-mail and we can discuss it.

I'll be adding more each day. Keep coming back to this site - you never know what will have a special meaning to you or someone you love.


all images, text and poetry copyright Dave Rogers.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Forest Child

Wherever we find ourselves, wherever we go, the forest-child lives within. Is it better to aspire, to try to reach what may be always beyond our reach - or is it better to lay down in the quiet places, look up at the night sky and dream?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

A net between

I want to chase the wake
and race the cut-water,
slap at the dead lights,
and drink at the scuppers
with the grey-finned children
of the tide.

Do they see the sky above
as I do the ocean?

Mirrors of each other -
reflections of an eternal frontier.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Wind and the iron horse

What is wind, but the rush of a million tiny worlds,
swirling past with a scream?
a rush,
an impossible buffeting insanity of layers.

Lean into the gale. Know what ancient seamen knew.
Guess at the wisdom of starmen.

I am becoming.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

What is Heaven?

I know if I wait here long enough, I will learn the unknowable language of the wind, and the hawkes and eagles will show me all the secret places. And the world will breathe again...

The world is more than we know.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Soft grass, beautiful dreams, a welcoming - wouldn't we all live within the clover, if we could?