...................Bird, Pleasant "interruption"
Sits, and ponders about why on earth was I painting birds and flowers for. Could it be, no it shouldn't be- the feathers on them seem to surreal for me, . .a human to possess, it is impossible, impo-or nearly so. delight me, however, I know I'm mumbling, but please let me speak what I got to speak so I could speak what I needed to speak, and the spoken could get its point across. Quit interrupting, nevertheless, gracefully, respectfully, listen please..
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Glance from afar, frameless, 2022, oil on canvas
Hope, is what I exhibit; nor I, possessed, or just never had has it, in my hand that is. It is luxurious, to even present such unreasonable thought. I was crude, totally, prejudging “he” or “she” before, any moment, or broken thoughts that is..
Inspection, get down give me "3", 2022, oil on canvas
You know, dialogue, soldier, what I seek is really nothing spectacular; on the contrary, my work does the opposite: it grapples with an individual’s mind, not to control it, not even a sliver of interest he dips, drops it without hesitation. Abstractionistic’ oh, give him a break.
Murmurs, the'y hears, 2022, oil on canvas
Can never eat pigeon.
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................................lose it
. Not that I despise eating animals of smaller frame, but it’s just too difficult to eat. To pick out the bones, accessing the meat, seems too long to be a worthy trade-off. The spent time, or time spent, could be used on me? How could I talk when in middle of the plate, forgot that the meal can’t be “picky”.
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The Silent Whisper, oil on canvas
.Weed, pond, Pink nested on. The tinny-tiny bird eyes the prize. Little does she knows what comes forth is not exactly what she has in mind- wind caresses furs so far from gone from recovery, feet so far gone from stabilizing, and eyes so far gone from retaining truths reality offers.
