these walls are weeping bleeding wide rivers of tar hidden beneath waxen weathered paint how the steam of thick moisture reveals what’s buried in layers escapes such furtive eyes at first glance will rise like cream from the belly of a stagnant pool assaulting my vision an affront to good taste brown strands cascading in…
Tag: Paint
Self-Portrait
spent the day painting a self-portrait – collected materials arranged the studio mixed the paints and set to work – didn’t use a mirror instead I painted what I saw – using broad strokes let the colors blend into each other like to smear them see how they bleed through – layer it real nice…
Piecework Prose 