Kwabena's Metamor - " FORCES "

" I see this period as a turning point in my life as an artist ...


... would like these works to be apprecciated like a jazz piece (with no lyrics) here the analogy seems to be justified ....

.... I believe it gets more exciting when you see a new kind of beauty and feel a new kind of enjoyment and fullfillment each time you look at the work and still have some questions ....

... art must be enjoyed and not necessarily understood before we can say it is art ...

... the satisfaction and enjoyment is mostly found in this seemingly haphazard attempt at abstraction...

Perhaps there is no other way we can enjoy them . "

KWABENA OWUSU-ACQUAH : METAMOR-"FORCES "

" Beauty Full " - A Step Closer

Thankful

For labeled bad and good things in life
For the breath taken every day that again I am given a choice
The love and elation
I embrace you

Aware

That it’s only one the life we’re blessed to live
That true love comes from within
And we are ultimately the makers of our own faith

Content

In the moments I share with myself
When silence becomes music
And seclusion is path, “way through “
To know that rays of bliss are colorless

Whole

When I look back and declare each second of my life worth living once more
When in my mind I am free of judgment
When there’s no effort to breath
And seek nothing but to exist in this very moment

Blessed

To know that all my heart desires are already mine
When I cease to crave tomorrow
And see the flowers that today blossom at my feet

Beautiful

Within then again without
For all the things I am and I still yet to become
When I find peace inside my soul
Haven in these words

A Thought in Acceptance

" Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it. "

J. Petit Senn

Carta à Mariazinha - Imponente e Solitario

Imponente e solitário espero ainda a tua chegada

Jamais apartada de mim

A minha volta apenas ruínas Maria e não sei mais se me reconheceras,

Aceitaras assim

Demarco a minha presença para que tu minha Maria

Me encontres quando me buscares

Vinda de onde vens voltares

Do chão que te consumiu

Sonâmbulo escuto a tua voz ressoar

Tenho medo de não mais te poder consolar

Engolir ao invés de ti o grito frio da escuridão

Enterraram a tua memoria Maria

Solitário espreito o anoitecer

Esquartejaram-me a esperança

Roubaram-te do meu olhar

Levanta Maria, volta para eu te poder salvar...