canvas on a warping frame
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. You smeared a soft white in the vase. It shines …
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. You smeared a soft white in the vase. It shines …
There once was a boy who could dream a lost world and manage to reach it at times; his mind was a plaything, it swanned and it swirled in realms …
Oh, how a young man’s thoughts still reign in tired bones and soul of dust. Will you remain thru silver years? Until my breath has passed beyond this dimming light, …
There are those who live like dark corner dwellers, night sky sojourners watching the others, wishing to join them knowing they can’t, these scared little bugs, glimpsing the world over …
If only sadness were a storm; an angry rush of torrential downpour to leave me breathless; a Poseidonic fury to wreck me asunder, but, sadness is a gentle wave lapping …