Artist Marie Bortolotto 2016

Art by Marie Bortolotto 2016

Art by Marie Bortolotto 2016

Horses at Midnight Without a Moon

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.

Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.

But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down

but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

The summer mornings begin inch by inch

while we sleep, and walk with us later

as long-legged beauty through

the dirty streets. It is no surprise

that danger and suffering surround us.

What astonishes is the singing.

We know the horses are there in the dark

meadow because we can smell them,

can hear them breathing.

Our spirit persists like a man struggling

through the frozen valley

who suddenly smells flowers

and realizes the snow is melting

out of sight on top of the mountain,

knows that spring has begun.

Jack Gilbert, American Poet 1925 - 2012

The Way It Is

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

things that change. But it doesn’t change.

People wonder about what you are pursuing.

You have to explain about the thread.

But it is hard for others to see.

While you hold it you can’t get lost.

Tragedies happen; people get hurt

or die; and you suffer and get old.

Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.

You don’t ever let go of the thread.

William Stafford, American Poet, 1914 - 1993

Marie Bortolotto 2016

"There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language
of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone.
It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten
this language. We do not even remember that it exists."
- Derrick Jensen, Author and Environmentalist

"To be an artist, you need to exist in a world of silence"
- Louise Bourgeois, Artist 1911 - 2010

Marie Bortolotto 2016

Marie Bortolotto 2016

Marie Bortolotto 2016

Marie Bortolotto Artist

Abstract Painting 2016 by Marie Bortolotto

Marie Bortolotto 2016

Marie Bortolotto 2016

Ink Wash 2016 by Marie Bortolotto

Marie Bortolotto