My first attempted abstract expressionist piece… or should I
saciukacts.
This is the stages I set for myself.
I first sat and looked
around, and what I saw or came to mind I wrote down.
didDark space liter around. Blue mist has yet to come alive for fear of going out. Reflects the movement, the caress of the lead that leader, the one who is burning. Vanilla. Active naturals. Merry me. well your Mary. And merry Christmas and express it. pixels proven to relive ocean blues. A miracle. Bars broken shield from the fire wrapped glass. Tiny marks the white rectangle as spin and spun are cupcakes capture hallucinations. Rolling current, ever changing, ever green. Forest filled with the sense of others. Not whole. No display of outer character. Just smell the ink between the skin. Picture frame, a dad in the doorway, running children. My my what lovely wicks. Prefect for resting and commandeering vessels. Please bring a wreath or something. The movement sways, breath tiny flick and dance. Vanilla pearl perky. We put them out celebration of romance and mercy.
didDark space liter around. Blue mist has yet to come alive for fear of going out. Reflects the movement, the caress of the lead that leader, the one who is burning. Vanilla. Active naturals. Merry me. well your Mary. And merry Christmas and express it. pixels proven to relive ocean blues. A miracle. Bars broken shield from the fire wrapped glass. Tiny marks the white rectangle as spin and spun are cupcakes capture hallucinations. Rolling current, ever changing, ever green. Forest filled with the sense of others. Not whole. No display of outer character. Just smell the ink between the skin. Picture frame, a dad in the doorway, running children. My my what lovely wicks. Prefect for resting and commandeering vessels. Please bring a wreath or something. The movement sways, breath tiny flick and dance. Vanilla pearl perky. We put them out celebration of romance and mercy.
I did not know if that was correct so I looked at this
picture by Jackson Pollock and wrote what I saw, what is was.
I don’t know why it is number 31…
This is what I came up with,
Sand wet with black and white. Engulfing the norm. Executing
running rhythms. Make someone dying to enter the fire. Wave hand over faces. Siege
circus meadows. Shine and shade simmering waves. High laughter singes secrets. T-rex Sideways eye risk falling bricks. Daggers
consume fighting flesh.
And then I felt that I still didn’t do the right thing so I began
to free write like crazy.
What’s new in the insanity of winter. Wrecked ribbon to
create anything. Bring pillow and songs to the one who does not speak, who does
not eat. It this right? I must right to keep the demons away . my nail hit my
cut like paper biting skin cells. Naked breaks rotting ringlets of neglect. Monday
begin the busy. Go . start. Begin.
More like being crazy.
This I feel is a battle I can never win, the only thing I can
do is just be swap away with it and hope it works out the best. i might have to go back to the square one, where ever that might be.
I did want to add picture/images of my hand written text, but i couldn't figure it out. Maybe later
I did want to add picture/images of my hand written text, but i couldn't figure it out. Maybe later
"This I feel is a battle I can never win, the only thing I can do is just be swap away with it and hope it works out the best. i might have to go back to the square one, where ever that might be.".... ha ha yes! But that is part of it I think, the process is always in process and maybe in fact the ideas of beginning and ending disappear within that, etc... This is great!
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