Instinct. Instinct lives here. What we see isn't nearly as important as how we choose to see it. We are NEVER out of the woods.
Friday, April 25, 2008
dark fire
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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