Once Ago someone saw, An eager soul stretching for a lick of freedom. I see them now. They have no obligations. They feel no pain. They know the reaction. In truth they see by more. To them reality is a sore. Picking and Picking,… Continue Reading ” Wayfinding “
Canvas Face These lips, Red on. Tan goo, Blended across. Dusted cheek bones, Darkened, And swirled, Blush pink. Lined eyes, Powdered immense. Dewy skin, Come see such a glow.
Paint is often over looked. There’s a lot of symbolism that it holds. Often times it is over looked for the simple fact that it is in all of our lives in some way. It’s inanimate. It’s just paint. But is it really? When… Continue Reading “Paint: Part 1”