(Part of ZJG’s poems about ZG’s paintings)

the artist touched the soul

of his muse

denuding her of many secrets

opening-up her mind of trust

laying bare moments of her

life that grow out of the dark

like a hologram

with colourful shapes of faces

persons who were surely

close to her

a fireball-head of a burning

love affair

the dark-purple feature of

a woman or man

not that easy to distinguish

in this panopticum of

three dimensional depictions

integrated at times

glowing-up as if turned-on

like a dimmer switch of

electrical light

turned down with one image

flowing seamlessly into another

most beautiful play of figures

in space

changing colour by magic

as if thru’ a looking glass.

soulmate.etamluos

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.