Every place you plant yourself is added to the dwelling of your soul
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
Categories: Acrylic Painting Prose
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Every place you plant yourself is added to the dwelling of your soul
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
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I was compelled by the slope and all who had trod here to find the point where the sand ended. My companion knelt in its warmth, happier to stay.
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
Categories: Contemporary Expressionism Landscape Painting Prose
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At my feet, this riotous field of small poems recite their ode to a pink hued gale force laugh.
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
Categories: Acrylic Contemporary Expressionism Floral Painting Prose
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While you attend this moment you are stretching time and space. Do not worry that your dwelling here will cause any debt in the future.
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
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This morning breathes with ancient grace and begs a body quietude O She is sublimely stitched, each coloured thread divinely spun.
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
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Every piece of light touches a memory shard. We are draped in a story cloak of our chapters
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
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Something unspoken swirls away from me, leaves a dust outline where it once sat. Filters out, and sinks into the chilly moon soaked earth
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
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The end of summer’s grace has Huron’s tousled hemline tangling our legs in her numbing froth
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
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We speak of loneliness as if to rid ourselves of it. But it was while you were away that I discovered this exquisite melancholy of fall
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
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Not so far from here, a tree draws a secret veil over a quiet path, the river and a rock that I’ve seen table as many as eleven turtles. I did not mark the tree with a heart but I do leave mine here on occasion
Album: Prose Paintings 2017
Categories: Acrylic Painting Prose
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