powdered charcoal pour texture, pigment powder, acrylic on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
there’s a loud flapping of wings from every direction
and I stand wondering if this sound,
this extraordinary quivering of air and shape and color
had been there all along
while I was lost in useless thought
patterns emerge and dissolve
awareness opens and closes off
colorful orbs merge and dissolve
I want to name them all, set them free for all time
but they are quicksilver and effervescence.
Beautiful–both the poem and your painting.
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