Abstract Painting – Get To You

original abstract art, contemporary abstract art, abstract painting with buildings, urban contemporary art, artist Sarah Gilbert Fox
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About this painting

As I was finished this painting, some redbirds came to my window.  They were looking at me.  I was looking at them.  It made me realize just how much time we spend standing outside, wondering what it’s like to be inside… and how we spend just as much time inside, wondering what it’s like outside.  It’s enough to drive us crazy.  

Get To You © Sarah Gilbert

Anyway, I really like the words to Micah Gilbert’s Beatlesque song, Get to You, especially these lyrics:

Outside, standing looking in,
It’s plain to see the shape you’re in,
These walls, tell a little tale,
Your fingerprints have left a trail
It’s clear and well defined,
Still we’re caught surprised.

As an added bonus, Scottish musician Fiona MacDonald, is on percussion and backing vocals. 

More about the painting Get To You

Get to You
by Micah Gilbert

Outside, standing looking in,
It’s plain to see the shape you’re in,
These walls, tell a little tale,
Your fingerprints have left a trail
It’s clear and well defined,
Still we’re caught surprised.

Sift the ashes,
Catch the starlight,
Clutch the moonlight, too
Hear the wind sing,
Feel it linger,
Trying to get to you,
Get to you.

Desire, standing in the wings,
Wears the hat of a million things,
This glass, hanging on the wall,
Reflects our fever calls
Howling in the night,
Reaching for the light. 

Sift the ashes,
Catch the starlight,
Clutch the moonlight, too
Hear the wind sing,
Feel it linger,
Trying to get to you,
Get to you.

Living in a giant’s shoes,
On the edge of a crater, too,
But this night is like a kiss,
Didn’t know it could be like this.

Sift the ashes,
Catch the starlight,
Clutch the moonlight, too
Hear the wind sing,
Feel it linger,
Trying to get to you,
Get to you.

Sift the ashes,
Catch the starlight,
Clutch the moonlight,
too Trying to get to you,
Hear the wind sing,
Feel it linger,
Trying to get to you,
Get to you.

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Abstract Painting – Long Time Coming Home

original abstract expressionism, abstract expressionistic painting, painting with buildings, abstract painting with buildings, painting blue color palette, artist Sarah Gilbert Fox
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This is a love song painting about a road that leads back home!  

My brother, Micah wrote Long Time Coming Home when his wife, Suzanne had gone out of town for a conference (she’s a James Hogg scholar and professor at Stirling University).  When I first began painting this, it was an abstract. But soon the abstract turned into buildings.  And then Micah’s song came on and the road just happened.  Notice there is no “STOP” on this stop sign.  The road beckons to come on back home, without pause.

original abstract expressionism, abstract expressionistic painting, painting with buildings, abstract painting with buildings, painting blue color palette, artist Sarah Gilbert Fox
Long Time Coming Home © Sarah Gilbert

More info about the painting Long Time Coming Home

  • Title
    Long Time Coming Home
  • Type
    Abstract
  • Movement
    • Fine Art
    • Contemporary American Art
    • Abstract Expressionism
    • Emerging Art (emerging artist)
    • (Possibly considered – Urban American Art)
  • Medium
    Acrylic
  • Canvas Size
    36″ x 48″
  • Inspiration
    Micah Gilbert’s Long Time Coming Home
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  • To listen

Long Time Coming Home
by Micah Gilbert

Knock on my door
Come and wake me from my sleep
Your yellow roses have haunted my dreams
It’s been too long for those memories to keep
They’ve been weighing down on me

Blow those cobwebs away
Pack that traveling case
It’s time to chase those blues awayThe winds will always blow
Rivers still will flow
But for now you know
You’ve been a long time coming home

So long ago
Underneath the evening sky
We stood watching for those northern lights
Paints a picture in my memory
Bring those nights on home to me

Shake the dust from my dreams
Send the moon on a chase
It’s time to wash those blues away

The winds will always blow
Rivers still will flow
But for now you know
You’ve been a long time coming home

The winds will always blow
Rivers still will flow
But for now you know
You’ve been a long time coming home

The winds will always blow
Rivers still will flow
But for now you know
You’ve been a long time coming home

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Abstract Painting – Won’t Turn Away

original abstract painting, artist Sarah Gilbert Fox, painting white color palette
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Won’t Turn Away
an original painting by Sarah Fox

This painting happened in between bouts of us going through the photographs of our honeymoon in Scotland.  It was, of course, a magical time. Hence, the inspiration:
 

If the center holds,
Then we will never fall,
There’s nothing here,
but the magic of it all.

original abstract painting, artist Sarah Gilbert Fox, painting white color palette
Won’t Turn Away © Sarah Gilbert

More info about the painting Won’t Turn Away

Won’t Turn Away
by Micah Gilbert
How does the time fall away,
Where does it go,
It’s just like yesterday,
But different, I know

The changing atmosphere,
You feel it too,
I’m sure I saw it written
on the face of you.

And here, I’m by your side,
I know it when you sing,
You see it in my eyes,
I won’t turn away.

The center of gravity
is where you stand,
If I reach for you,
I’d find a hand.

If the center holds,
Then we will never fall,
There’s nothing here,
but the magic of it all.

And here, I’m by your side,
I know it when you sing,
You see it in my eyes,
I won’t turn away.

And here, I’m by your side,
I know it when you sing,
You see it in my eyes,
I won’t turn away.

And here, I’m by your side,
I know it when you sing,
You see it in my eyes,
You won’t turn away.

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Abstract Painting – Waking from a Dream

original contemporary abstract, blue yellow color palette painting, artist Sarah Gilbert Fox
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Copyright @ Sarah Gilbert Fox

About this painting

This painting was inspired by a song. I remember driving up to Micah’s house when he and Suzanne lived in Athens, Georgia, and watching one musician coming out while another went in to recored the different instruments.  Micah (an International musician living in Scotland, who has played with too many musicians to list here, and who is invited annually, by music producer extraordinaire David Bash, to play at the International Pop Overthrow Festival in Liverpool – at the Beatle-famous Cavern Club) wrote all the music and lyrics for this song. The bagpipes are played by Micah’s younger brother, Adam Gilbert (the Director of the Early Music Program at USC’s Thornton School of Music – and who Bear McCreary – creator of the music of The Walking Dead, Outlander, etc. – calls “his creative genius”). It’s poetic lyrics ramp up and head into the power of the music. And throw in some Renaissance (bladder) bagpipes and the la la la crescendo at the end – and being a new, emerging artist, I had no choice but to swash-slash the gold across the canvas.

original contemporary abstract, blue yellow color palette painting, artist Sarah Gilbert Fox
Waking from a Dream © Sarah Gilbert

More info about the painting Waking from a Dream

Waking from a Dream
by Micah Gilbert

Wind through the trees shaking the boughs
Boy in a dream talking out loud
Man on the street reading a verse
The sound of this place drowning his words
The look of faces turning into stone

Light of the moon, ashen and soft
Painting the sky in colors of earth
Shadows and light like stains on a wall
Cast in the sand are ageless in form
Weathered portraits painted in the dirt

Calm becomes the wind, distant like a sound
Colder than a stone, older than the sea
And I . . . I’m waking from a dream
And I . . . I’m learning how to speak
And I . . . I’m learning how to be

Colors of dawn drip from the sky
Leaving the world with nothing to hide
Faces of walls burnished by sun
Shadow the dreams waiting their turn
Silence broken, shattered by the day

Calm becomes the wind, distant like a sound
Colder than a stone, older than the sea
And I . . . I’m waking from a dream
And I . . . I’m learning how to speak
And I . . . I’m learning how to be

Wind through the trees shaking the boughs
Boy in a dream talking out loud

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