Steppenwolf
2003, 12″ x 30″ Acrylic on Board
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I paint my picture, you write your sentence, but the meaning gets lost in a stream of technicalities. Details that always seem to drag us down, drowning in specifics, choking on abstractions of the mind. A delicate blue moon stained with an icy glow, watches over me tonight. Just observing my movements like a hawk [...] Something seemed very different about that day. Perhaps it was in the waves that crashed so solemnly against the shore, or in the sky stained a soft translucent red. My mind seemed occupied with uncertainties, as I sat silently gazing out a million mistakes, rearranging fragments of a past like a jigsaw with one missing [...] Thursday afternoon, and thoughts followed me around with every concealed step. The sun shone down, as I hypnotically hypothesised the structure of better days. Despite the warmth, I held each breath, an act of improbable isolation, I had never felt so alone. perhaps I’ll never know why, but that moment transfixed my attention, negating comprehension, [...] |
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