Our Journey Of Art Curiousity Poem by Prince Kenny Osei

Forms, the sphinxes that seem to be obvious but misunderstood by the onlookers
In prehistory, they weren't and surely not today
Elements compositioned
Principles observed
Shhh! ! ! Art we admired
In chronology, the pigments receded, attracted, united, fought, persuaded & even symbolized
Before realised, hue had taken the dynamism & significance of colour and the trajectory between the wet & dry media had become the techniques well-practised & mastered by phenomenal artists of the days of old and now
It was then that it became bare that tempera & gouache assumed subordinate binders
Dots turned to be the only pointillistic vehicle that could draw from distant gaps the trades and rage of the markets scenes depicted by great-inventory artists whose preliminary findings never differed with the actual works
The byzantine, the grotto's, the classical re-awakening, the fore-runners; Cimabue & Giotto
Men whose signatures stood distinctive but were first among equals
Archaic, Classical & Hellenistic eras; Paleolithic, Mesolithic & Neolithic
Then, the PMN acronym stood astute
The cave paintings, the hieroglyphics & the modern-day alphabets
The Kuora's and the naked discus thrower; just under the tutelage of Alexander the 'great'
Bays and straits of Thessalonikka, Corinth, Mycene
The almost faultless works of Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Mattise, Braques and the many unsang heroes whose idealogies we've kept till now
The curiosity separates forth the symmetric and assymmetric balances
The colour theory that almost always proofed that red is adjacent to green on the wheel
And the final result of almost all or all the colours is black
The analogous and the triad harmonies that lies equidistant to each other
Oh what an art! ! !
The art that proclaimed to us inimically the voluminous twists of life, louder than the farthest decibel of sound
The Polynesia, Melanesia and the African conformities and diversities steered by the influx of westernization
The secret societies that rendered indelible to bridging the gap between Komo and the Chiwara traditions amid norms
Au! How we relished! ! !
Just when we practically understood why the two-point perspective really had a vanishing point;
Then came the tonal gradation of the hue in the atmosphere which was a direct sarcasm to silhouette, impasto but planography
Shh! ! This journey of art; we breathe, live & witness now in every phase of humanity
Art lives on! ! !