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“Inside the Outside” by Ralph Prata
Inside the Outside
I began on the inside,
Knowing not of the outside,
Only knowing of my being.
My world is limited,
A temporary prisoner,
Protected by the inside.
Demanding more room,
Life on the inside
Began to grow short.
Having no choice,
Pushed from the womb
Into the world of the outside.
On the inside,
I had been content
In my limited space.
Now, on the outside,
Crying in the face
of a new destiny.
My first act of rebellion,
Expressing nostalgia
For an innocence lost.
Appealing to my essence of being,
I soon learned the outside
Could be my new inside.
Always giving away
some of the inside,
so as not to lose it all.
Becoming inside the outside,
Allows each act of being
To create a way of living.
— kenne
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“Inside the Outside” by Ralph Prata
Inside the Outside
I began on the inside,
Knowing not of an outside,
Only knowing of my being.
My world limited,
A temporary prisoner,
Protected by the inside.
Demanding more room,
Life on inside
Began to grow short.
Having no choice,
Pushed from the womb
Into the world of the outside.
On the inside,
I had been content
In my limited space.
Now on the outside,
Crying in the face
of a new destiny.
My first act of rebellion,
Expressing nostalgia
For an innocence lost.
Appealing to my essence of being,
I soon learned the outside
Could be my new inside.
Always giving away,
some of the inside,
so not to lose it all.
Becoming inside the outside,
Allows each act of being
To create a way of living.
— kenne
“We age not by holding on to youth,
but by letting ourselves grow
and embracing whatever youthful parts that remain.”
— Keith Richards
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“Inside the Outside” by Ralph Prata
This past Sunday, we took Joy’s mother and sister to the nearby DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun. Years ago, as part of his Santa Catalina Foothills property, Ted DeGrazia built a Guest House for artists to work and show their work. Today the DeGrazia Foundation continues this legacy during the winter months. During our visit, we had an opportunity to see the work of Ralph Prata. Ralph resides in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York, but he, his wife, and their cat spend the winter months near Ventana Canyon.
We immediately fell in love with Prata’s work, so we went back three times, selecting different pieces to see what would best show his work in our foothills home. So the above, “Inside the Outside,” is now in place to welcome visitors to our home, where we live “inside the outside.”
Prata has said of his work, “My works do not necessarily document particular life ways nor tell stories. Rather they are to touch the spirit and imagination. Allowing the viewers the freedom to find their visions.” Our spirit has been “touched.” To celebrate our getting to know Ralph and his art, I wrote the following poem:
Inside the Outside
I began on the inside,
Knowing not of an outside,
Only knowing of my being.
My knowledge is limited,
A temporary prisoner,
Protected by the inside.
Demanding more room,
Life on inside
Began to grow short.
Having no choice,
Pushed from the womb
Into the world of the unknown.
On the inside,
I had been content
In my limited space.
Now on the outside,
I let it be known,
Crying in the face of a new destiny.
My first act of rebellion,
Already expressing nostalgia
For the innocence of the inside.
Appealing to my essence of being,
I soon learned the outside
Could be my new inside.
Always giving away,
Some of the outside,
So not to lose it all.
To become inside the outside,
Allows the practice of thinking
To create a way of living.
— kenne
Ralph Prata outside the DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun Guest Gallery — images by kenne
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