Abstract Painting – Waking from a Dream

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