It is indeed the masterpiece that asked to have happened: and happen it did and will and shall and should, AND COULD: let itself become utterly self-praised and -accustomed
To any exhibition which will own it.. open its arms wide and ALIVE(!) and take this artist to thrive(!!!)
This artist has actually sat and separated their time between a tumultuous amount of things; that sense that every next little thing will bring
A nuanced piece of art all on its own, prone —
To taking this paintbrush and rushing FURIOUSLY(!) their hands and arms and muscular body of bones steadfastlyAgainst…
The Canvas That Cannot But Think For Itself
This applied canvas- that has its own chosen sense of storyline to tell— of long-lasting paint-splatters of continuous colour meshed Pollock-LIKE amidst
These other inordinately mixed-UP things, indeed!
A ThInKiNg-thought, a behemoth breath of mind that shall forever find- a fuller-scope of underSTANDING, exactly how to cope…
with this artistic sense of weightless-both-wrought-iron resilience!!
And then, silence comes a-crawling around another end-of-day corner, and return they SHALL
To another time, another PERSONAL realm: and absolutely more realistic than the last
EveningTIME of utterly brutal conversations shared abruptly between.. these antagonising and purely peripheral PeoPle!
