Faint scent
Of
Jasmine, light.
Faint scent of
Light, loud
Dust. Wrist is tool, wool
And a steaming of
Herb. It's
A matter of trust, how
I make rise
From the chair
My hair, my lips, my
Old
Discomfort a
Blended cushion
Of pin and
Comfort. You'll
Begin your weaving
I'll pretend
Leaves aren't
Losing green, I'll
Smile, a while
Be gone
A while
A short mile
Returned...
"... if the tree needed me, yes..."
Silkscreen on acrylic, stone-textured spraypaint and stones on masonite (proposed).
From "Unpainted Pictures, Studies For Large-scale Work (A harddrive sketchbook)"
bfc.
Of
Jasmine, light.
Faint scent of
Light, loud
Dust. Wrist is tool, wool
And a steaming of
Herb. It's
A matter of trust, how
I make rise
From the chair
My hair, my lips, my
Old
Discomfort a
Blended cushion
Of pin and
Comfort. You'll
Begin your weaving
I'll pretend
Leaves aren't
Losing green, I'll
Smile, a while
Be gone
A while
A short mile
Returned...
"... if the tree needed me, yes..."
Silkscreen on acrylic, stone-textured spraypaint and stones on masonite (proposed).
From "Unpainted Pictures, Studies For Large-scale Work (A harddrive sketchbook)"
bfc.
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You know it hurts so good.
Wow, I hope your finances improve soon. And that you get a gallery!
I've started doing a collaborative project with a painter. I'll document it in a few months and show you what we're doing.
I would like to ask you, though, if you've seen Rivers and Tides. Have you seen Rivers and Tides?