PAINTING

  On comes the light and I reach out for the taste of morning in an orange orchid that unfolds a sash of summer’s stock to tie its threads around the ears of anxious. On comes the morning and I stretch emerald strokes onto a light canvas pulled out across grouchy grasses that cannot see […]

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ART ISN’T EASY

  Colour catches on canvas as we lean towards light, a beam to break the boredom like a breath above the water after diving up from darkness, ripples run across the current, ink spreads out like veins upon this page; art isn’t easy, breathing isn’t any better- both come up from down below, rise through […]

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BOOKENDS; AMATEUR STATUS

  November rains in a park, trying to be an artist, attempting to capture it all in quiet corners, beyond earshot from anything daring, sheltered in shadow instead of off in adventure, thinking I’d found myself but it was safe, fake lies; a pacifying of the ego, trying to paint a Pissarro in a Paris […]

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A FISH CAUGHT ON THE CURVE OF THE MOON

  Love is a red Russian rose on the run, a bouquet to brush the blues from their burdens. Hope is his hand on her head in the night, taking flight as that blue bird darkens. But her moon was in Pisces and she was said to be expunged by her sensitive soul but in […]

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OCHRE DANCING

  Porcelain plant pot plots the delicious decay of decadence once eyed as ochre dancing next to dandelions in the dawn’s dew. Pretty painted picture of plants in a porcelain pot plays with the presence of past and present under the preservation of pressed paint. Gold garnered by the grace of the sun, amber’s earthiness […]

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