Gari Hatch's Paintings and Poetry
“Along the spangled spin that turns—beneath the fold, the tactile holds.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Along the spangled spin that turns—beneath the fold, the tactile holds.” ~ Gari Hatch

“How many ways can the soul sing—a painting always reminds me.” ~ Gari Hatch

“How many ways can the soul sing—a painting always reminds me.” ~ Gari Hatch

“There are modern transformative spaces that renew our way of seeing.” ~ Gari Hatch

“There are modern transformative spaces that renew our way of seeing.” ~ Gari Hatch

“The painted faces look from the wall—asking where have the people gone?” ~ Gari Hatch

“The painted faces look from the wall—asking where have the people gone?” ~ Gari Hatch

“Through The Fire”

It hid in the badlands of my doubt,
fear took up residence and looked for clout;

it scaled the roof of my soul;
it staked its claim;
it grew so bold;

like a revenging tribe looking for scalps,
it cut at the bone and tore out the grout.

Then a hush and a breeze fell on my ear,
the disturbing force has lost its hold,
no bows to the fear that could no longer scold.

Now like Shadrach, Meshach and  Abednego,
rising up,
through the fire we go;

no harm comes near,
the Fourth Man knows;

it’s the Son of God who shields his own.

Gari Hatch

07-29-2006

“Through The Fire”

It hid in the badlands of my doubt,

fear took up residence and looked for clout;

it scaled the roof of my soul;

it staked its claim;

it grew so bold;

like a revenging tribe looking for scalps,

it cut at the bone and tore out the grout.

Then a hush and a breeze fell on my ear,

the disturbing force has lost its hold,

no bows to the fear that could no longer scold.

Now like Shadrach, Meshach and  Abednego,

rising up,

through the fire we go;

no harm comes near,

the Fourth Man knows;

it’s the Son of God who shields his own.

Gari Hatch

07-29-2006

“In the scrape of the rudder, in the hull of the boat—on the wing of the falcon, we find new hope.” ~ Gari Hatch

“In the scrape of the rudder, in the hull of the boat—on the wing of the falcon, we find new hope.” ~ Gari Hatch

“There are organic places that have a vibration that hums to us.” ~ Gari Hatch

“There are organic places that have a vibration that hums to us.” ~ Gari Hatch

Modern Painting:
8 ½” x 11” surface
Acrylic on cardstock

“The Underground”

Something
germinates
within,

blue nodules
across
the thin.

Scattered
in
the old devise,

sprouts seek
to
improvise.

Rooted
in
the underground,

awakened
from
the sleeping mound.

Coiled
in
the nuclei,

growth
stirs
the vision’s rise.

Gari Hatch

09-06-2014

Modern Painting:

8 ½” x 11” surface

Acrylic on cardstock

“The Underground”

Something

germinates

within,

blue nodules

across

the thin.

Scattered

in

the old devise,

sprouts seek

to

improvise.

Rooted

in

the underground,

awakened

from

the sleeping mound.

Coiled

in

the nuclei,

growth

stirs

the vision’s rise.

Gari Hatch

09-06-2014

“All the rooftops sing the names while the windows hold the sweet refrain.” ~ Gari Hatch

“All the rooftops sing the names while the windows hold the sweet refrain.” ~ Gari Hatch

“I witness blue within my dreams—in cascade streams, it calls to me. Blue, blue, the slivers slip—into the eddies of the rift. On the vapor, in the cloud—nether worlds dwell profound. The expanse pulls me in—I topple deep from tip to end.” ~ Gari Hatch / 03-04-2014 

“I witness blue within my dreams—in cascade streams, it calls to me. Blue, blue, the slivers slip—into the eddies of the rift. On the vapor, in the cloud—nether worlds dwell profound. The expanse pulls me in—I topple deep from tip to end.” ~ Gari Hatch / 03-04-2014