When I was a younger man

When I was a younger man

Art was a lonely thing -

No Galleries, no collectors,
No critics, no money...
Yet it was a golden age

For we all had nothing to lose 

And a vision to gain. today

it is not quite the same.

It is a time of tonnes of verbiage:

Activity...

Consumption.

Which condition is better 

For the world at large, 

I will not venture to discuss

But I do know that many 

Of those who are driven to this life

 Are desperately searching 

For those pockets of silence

Where we can root and grow.

                                  - Mark Rothko