The Art of Patrick J. Mack
Archive for January, 2009
We Are Not Alone Lyrics
Jan 22nd
Karla DeVito – We Are Not Alone Lyrics
Things look clear in black and white The living color tends to dye our sight Like dynomite Just imagine my surprise When I looked into your eyes and saw Your disguise
If we dare expose our hearts Just to feel the purest parts That’s when strange sensations start to grow
We are not alone Find out when your cover’s blown There’ll be somebody there to break your fall We are not alone ‘Cause when you cut down to the bone We’re really not so different after all After all We’re not alone
Flying high above the More >
OBAMA DRAMA
Jan 20th
“OBAMA DRAMA” © Angela K. Mack January 19, 2009
unfold the DRAMA on this eve of BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA with anticipation and elation the world waits for the curtain to open. This we know…. that it shall be a diverse display with colors interwoven like a quilt made of used garments.
unfold the DRAMA on this eve of BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA a crowd cheers and a red neck sneers as the show is getting nearer. This we hope…. that unity will be real like strong hands working together in a field
Oh look! Shhhhh….. The show is about to begin! The curtain is More >
I AM… I SAID
Jan 17th
Still trying to figure out this one… Why did it touch me so much?
Written by Neil Diamond
L.A.’s fine, the sun shines most the time And the feeling is ‘lay back’ Palm trees grow, and rents are low But you know I keep thinkin’ about Making my way back
Well I’m New York City born and raised But nowadays, I’m lost between two shores L.A.’s fine, but it ain’t home New York’s home, but it ain’t mine no more
“I am,” I said To no one there An no one heard at all Not even the chair “I am,” I cried “I am,” More >
An Artist’s Manifesto – Subtitled “Why”
Jan 7th
An Artist’s Manifesto – Subtitled “Why?”
The tension or shock value of my art is something that I purpose to, not for some sadistic pleasure. It is a desire to rock the foundations that society has created as some false facade of security. The idea that all bricks must be perfectly aligned. That all roads on the map must go to a destination. That wrinkles must be covered with make up. That one must portray wholeness.
When I see art that purposes to be pretty or “pleasing” I think of facades. Whether real or imagined. I see that people are portraying something More >
