John Lennon.....The Artists Lament

    The Anniversary of John's passing, only adds another ring of sadness to the wonder of his potental lost.

     The sketch shown here was drawn by John Charles Mertz, who has captured the essence of man who carries the weight of being expected to "create universally accepted songs". All too often we focus on the glitter of being in the spotlight, but rarely give thought to the pressures it brings upon the artist.   

   We hear your words John ..they are the call of every Artist....and thus become, The Artists Lament.

         Whether the art form is painting color onto a canvas, or arranging words on paper, or forming clay with hands, or a song from his heart, the artist expresses the energies that are locked within.
  His final product, an indulgence of his desire to reach into a world that will connect what is real to what he hopes his art will express.
   The artist (painter, writer, musician, sculpter) engages brutal harshness of pain, or immaculate rays of hope, and ultimately creates a world of illusion that resemble the truth. Art is supposed to set the artist free as art is a freedom to express.

"Living is easy with closed, misunderstanding all you see

It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out

it doesn't matter much to me."     Strawberry Fields Forever

  And as I write, with all this freedom flowing from my heart through my pen, I am no more free than a slave, a slave to my senses, a slave to my secret passions, a slave for the kiss that eludes my lips.
  There is no greater prisioner than the one who lives in a world filled with dreams...and yet without dreams, there would be no art to paint this world the way is wishes to be seen.

    It was another day without you, John......but your music and its world of images play on and on and on......... Rest in Peace~~~~~Marc