I hate the smell of acrylic on my spoon as I scoop breakfast. This morning I had aubergine with a titanium white side. And when I drew the curtains they drew back streaks of ochre on my threadbare suit. Of course, there isn’t any thread at all. I wish that magic felt at all magical. …
THE ELIXIR OF LIFE The Comte de Saint-Germaine exclaimed, “They forget I wrote Shakespeare’s plays!” Like every story, this one flirted With the idea of eternal youth. What would you do if you were thirty Years old again? Would you change? Do the same or find it strange? How would you remain you? There is …
glamorous painter painting a reality changing at your will through your eyes, let me see the paints of your artistic world metaphysical being, show me the true nature of everything things of the universe, beyond my senses i can’t perceive sketch the designs in my mind, of the perpetual cosmos don’t block my soul with …
Creating the illusion of space
When painting
Is
A
Matter of shades.
Recognizing the illusion in space
When living
Is
A
Matter of practice.
the canvas is a perfect sphere about four feet in diameter floating over the floor of my studio that i don’t have a studio or have ever seen a canvas sphere let alone one floating three feet over the paint-spattered marble floor doesn’t matter because this is a dream the painter i …
moving towards the back of the body down, in velvety texture whatever is defined, gathered, described – moving into that travelling through starscape; knowledge pulsing entering the travelling itself entering the entering very still; very swift Image by jplenio from Pixabay
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