the crimson flow
sticky and damp
hot and steaming
the oil of these monotonous machines
asleep, even as they unceasingly
fight to breathe
against
the ebbing tide i give you all "peace"
wonder wide-eyed, wander no more
join me in the earth
lit by the cold fire that feeds
my centuries
6 comments:
I am looking at this piece a little differently now in light of the accompanying poetry. Intentional?
very intentional...the painting was executed as a reaction to growing emotional forces that only now found words.
I love the glowing around the foreground figure. I still want you to paint my ceiling some day (when I have a ceiling worth painting).
perhaps one day i will paint your ceiling...we'll just be sure its something you want to stare at all the time.:)
Welcome to the Blogosphere. :)
tanx mr matt.
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