(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.