Monday 29 September 2014

Painting

done
work

looks
back

with crashed seducer eyes
then a daub wrinkles

Some thinking part
goes charcoal dark

Mote and Beam Grid tilts

Woods are made not to exist

Rose wash veils run over

Some shape
petals open hic et nunc

fur and feather echos

Flux stutters gather

Brim splits and fails

A matted hand says yes (only just) and flexes

Step in
Step back

Step in
to the insides
Again. Step back




3 comments:

  1. this is like a song...:)

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  2. Thank you, Sandra. I'd hope there was some music there.

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  3. (Actually it was this evoked the duck/rabbit memory attached to comment on above post!)

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