i once walked
through graves,
tracing names
on tombstones
faded from sight.
i imagined
bones in boxes,
separated from
their souls, left
to wait for some
kind of return –
to ash? to dust?
or is there only
the shedding
of skin so spirits
can finally soar
somewhere
among the stars?
Month: July 2018
Lines
Much like poetry, I never quite know what the lines are going to mean when I’m painting. The end result is seldom what I start out creating, and I am usually more satisfied when I let my creativity take control. This painting is my first attempt at abstract drip painting.
Untitled. Acrylic on two 10×20 canvases.
interior
i wander
the road inside
my mind
near fields
once brazen
with life.
daylight fades
and grey
mist hovers
in the sky,
whispers secrets
softly
to the swelling
shadows.
