Sunday, 10 July 2011

painting in b/w...

Everything shuffles overwhelmingly…

At this terrific speed it seems houses, trees, empty roads or anything else for that matter, lose their edges to dissolve, much like any feeling does, into my own anxieties. While my right hand reaches out and, by touching the slashed void ahead, rearranges the undefined shapes drew on the windshield, you merely looked at me as my other one thrusts down to your inner thigh for inspiration…

Lost in a vicissitudinous plight, my troubled mind formulates a reason to obnubilate all colors from the scene. A reason that may seem foolish to you resonates in the form of a question in my head. Muted by my usual outlandish inability to simply ask this question I am desperately trying to articulate it, here, in my raw painting, for you to refute: if I want to sink…why am I still hanging on the surface?

Your still lips offer no resolution and, once more, silence crawls between us…


painting in b/w, somewhere 2007


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