Acrylic & Mixed media on Canvas
6” x 6”
ARTIST BIOGRAPHY
Tara Bach is a Contemporary Abstract Artist from upstate NY. She was born in Kingston, New York in 1992. Tara found beauty and joy in the freedom of her abstract painting process, dabbling in the unknown and limiting control. Color and movement take over her canvas and create luminous, enchanting works. Each painting of hers is completely original, made from her own unique painting process that she has slowly developed over the past few years.
Tara finds her inspiration in nature and the universe. Weather it be the calm and peacefulness of the ever changing tide, the powerfulness of the storm or the wonders of the galaxies unknown. The changing elements resonate with her and reminds her of life and its uncertainties
"NOTHING IN THIS WORLD REMAINS THE SAME,
I'M NOT EVEN THE SAME PERSON I WAS JUST YESTERDAY."- TARA BACH
Tara's work has been exhibited in various New York Galleries. Her Paintings have even sold and collected internationally as well as around the United States.
Three poems were created in response to this artwork:
LOST AT SEA
Why is my compass spinning in circles?
Why is the fog so thick?
Why is the ocean so silent?
Why are there no waves lapping at my hull?
Why do I only smell salt air? no pines, no honeysuckle, no lilacs?
Why are my crew members asleep below?
Why do they snore while I shiver and shake?
Why can’t I see land, the stars, the moon, the ocean?
Why don’t I feel the breath of the wind in my sails, across the deck, through my hair?
Why are my feet frozen to the cockpit floor? my hands grasping the tiller tight?
Why am I so frightened? I am lost at sea.
I open my eyes. I see the colors of life before me...red, aqua, black, orange, peach.
They bubble and merge and streak across the glass.
I am awake. I am alive. I am still lost at sea.
— © Barbara Hall
LOST AT SEA
We commit so many
to the deep, to be turned
into corruption, but look
towards that day when
the sea shall give up
her dead again...
Sea is a she and with her
so often days can be angry.
It takes so little
to turn wavelets
into tumult, to turn
a placid face into
angry breakers.
Happens so fast, in a gurgle,
when the sad, solitary swimmer,
against all red flags
and maritime warnings,
stumbles and falls far out
in the murky undertow
and does not resurface
to the light.
O Lusitania sunk
off the coast of the Old Head
of Kinsale, O Titanic found
in pieces in the North Atlantic
near Newfoundland.
All ships and souls,
embers of so many hearts,
gone, gone, gone
down into the darkness
of the sea, sobbing,
sopping, silent, drowned.
— © Patrick Hammer, Jr.
LOST AT SEA
An explosion of
blues, greens, and reds
as she splashes and plunges
through the coral
and dense jungle of sea plants
her powerful tail
smacks the sea bed
in angry frustration
which sends sea glass
and shells bursting around her
the mermaid yearns
to find her way home
where the sea is colder
and untamed
like her spirit!
— © Michelle DeCicco