MAY ART

Mirta Benavente’s dazzling art will astonish and astound, taking you to a reality new, each colourfully rich in beauty provoking that unthought but known. An expression of the soul from another world, always our own, the future looking back to past clues, sibylline in song painted to a tune calling.

A woman breathes, finding herself. At one with the world, natured call aglow with light its own coloured stratus. Through a window we see clearly, flight of returning from and to a world lost, its onlookers ourselves hiding.

Guardian translucent, all seeing being.  A sign from a future past as we see through but are allowed to see nothing. The weapon the self, eyes ever seeing, unnoticed unbound as ice globules burn, splitting to strengthen. Holographic memories of another phase higher.

Silent imploding blue, a universe weeps to a star hiding, the dark no lighter as shade becomes one. A dividing line only to the individual, a continuum of being. Beauty emerges through art to a world each eye creates.  See colour, see light, see your self.

Given the task of finding, a past hidden to timing buried deep in later present to look back on. Frame coloured frail as the soul looks on, painted through a mirror to show what needs to. Shaped as a clue to change; an examination in fear lest it be necessary.

Through dreams’ sight we see another as others look on in movement, a labour of protection; chained resolve. Scales cross time’s protective boundary guarding each life to beginning, a weighed chance to remain free.

Rejoice in Mirta’s journey. The signs are for us all to see.