The Old Blue Truck
by Wayne King
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18.000 x 24.000 x 0.100 inches
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Title
The Old Blue Truck
Artist
Wayne King
Medium
Photograph - Mixed Media Poetry And Photography
Description
The Old Blue Truck
18x24
Edition of 5
$395
Mixed media piece that includes a photographic image and a poem written by the artist. Only one original edition of 5 prints of this image is created, signed, dated and with a certificate of authenticity. The image is used for creation of a digitally initialed open edition but otherwise archived and kept only for historic purposes and publications. To purchase an original contact the artist at waynedking9278@gmail.com or click here: http://bit.ly/1WGq4eX
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Wayne Kings images are a celebration of life, blending the real and the surreal to achieve a sense of place or time that reaches beyond the moment into a dreamlike quintessentialism designed to spark an emotional response. Using digital enhancement, handcrafting, painting, and sometimes even straight photography, King seeks to take the viewer to a place that is beyond simple truth to where truth meets passion, hope and dreams.
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Poem
The Old Blue Truck
An old blue truck
Rusts in the field
a reminder, a remainder
a quiet testament to my father’s life
His hands worked the land
Coaxing sustenance from stubborn seeds, soil, salvage
but nothing remains save love
No sign that he passed this way writ in earth
But the truck
The Truck
The Truck
Remains yet a solitary sign.
The purr of her engine on good days
His string of curses on bad.
Sounds still reverberating in the cosmos
I should recycle her
The neighbors would cheer
But the Truck
The Truck
The Truck
The solitary string
That binds my father to me
in this tenuous place called life.
-wdk
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May 12th, 2016
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