My First Solo Show
galleRoy @ Maris Wine Bar
My First Solo Show
Eighteen New and Recent Paintings by
Roy Anthony Shabla
as part of the series
Art on the Vine
sponsored by
Downey Arts Coalition and Maris Wine Bar
opening reception
Maris Wine Bar
Downey California
8 October 11
6:30 pm to 1:30 am
live music: VVHIT FUZZ
Special Thanks to
Downey Arts Coalition
Andrew Wahlquist
Carol Kearns
Esmeralda Castaneda
Mari’s Wine Bar
Anthony Flores
Art on the Vine
Don Lamkin
Pat Gil
Carolina Del Toro
Jorge Del Toro
Claudia Hernandez
galleRoy
Victor Aguilar
David R. Youel
Aiden Dunfey
Gabriel Armenta
VVHIT FUZZ
Gabriel Armenta
Josue Quiquivix
And so many more…
the earth is round
yet we divide it into squares.
we live in square houses,
in square rooms,
eat from round bowls
and round plates
each at a square table.
at night, we lie
each in a square bed
beneath the round moon.
will we ever fit together?
my thoughts go around
my round head~
they fly in circles
before lying down
in straight lines
on a square of paper;
then, line after line of thought
circles out from the square
of paper,
concentric circles swirling out,
the pebble of a thought
tossed into the pond
of the universe…
one night, i too will lie
down in a straight line,
merely a thought
among other thoughts,
not connected except by shape,
not fitting the circle
of the earth.
i am a square, a square peg~
a block-head
with a round hole
in the bullseye of my heart
that nothing stops
and i lift my round eyes
to the great circle of the sky
in wonder.
~ ~ ~
on the square floor
lies a square rug
of moonlight
cast from the round moon.
i step around it.
in the flat air
the ball of a fly circles
the box of the room
beneath the flat roof.
i gesture~
my hand swirling
around
my round head.
i move in a circle
through the square house
like a circus pony,
a miller’s ass
yoked to destiny~
the hands
of a stubborn clock
marking moments
by the movement of
myself.
the shape of this night
is a naked window
and an empty bed.
the shape of this man
is a tattered paper
with silly lines…
each form separated
from the full circle
of life,
each silhouette separated
from the full circle
of love.
~ Roy Anthony Shabla
excerpt from Libretti Lumi
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