Works of Art2020-12-01T08:56:54-07:00

PAUL MATTHEW CARR

Life Thru Art

In a Forest Dark and Gloomy

I sit and look out my back window into the yard behind my house. It is large and full of trees; a combination of fir and pine and aspen. On this day, early in the morning, it is cold and fog is moving in. The white/grey translucent mist sneaks its way into the yard. It weaves its way between the trees like tendrils of smoke. Soon the entire yard will

By |January 12th, 2022|

I Remember Magic

I am driving home from work in the rain. The traffic is heavy and I am upset. Not at anything in particular, just a strange combination of angry-sad, non-focused malaise. I have a feeling of something wrong, there is something missing. And the rain is coming down and I can’t see and that jackass in the Audi just cut me off. And I don’t know why I feel the way

By |January 5th, 2022|

All That Road Going: Kerouac & A Driving Beat

On my 16th birthday my brother gave me a copy of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and it changed my life forever. Not really. It would be nice if it did, if it worked that way. Like a movie, all cut and dry. Defined beginning, movement toward clear resolution, satisfying ending. That would be nice. It would go something like this I think: Opening scene: boy receives inspirational text from

By |January 1st, 2022|

Christmas in Patagonia

Christmas Day, 1999. Twenty years ago. Was I at home in New York, a gentle snow falling outside, while inside blazed a warm fire in the fireplace, with presents under the Christmas tree that my children would soon open with squeals of joy? No I was not. I was in a tent, by myself, in the other hemisphere, surrounded by a barren landscape, with a dry, 70 mph wind

By |December 22nd, 2021|

An Immaculate Fix: A Junky’s Christmas

It was Christmas Day and Danny the Car Wiper hit the street junksick and broke after seventy-two hours in the precinct cell. It was a clear bright day, but there was warmth in the sun. Danny shivered with an inner cold. He turned up the collar of his worn, greasy black overcoat. This beat benny wouldn't pawn for a deuce, he thought. He was in the West Nineties. A

By |December 15th, 2021|

Art effects our life everyday whether we know it or not. Be it a famous painting, a beautiful photograph, or a public sculpture art is all around us and makes our lives better and more meaningful. In this feature I talk about my favorite pieces of art and how they have impacted my own life.


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