Monday, June 21, 2010

The Artists

We travel. You are near, with your monsoon love. With your gusts of affection, your showers of adoration. Gods and goddesses come through. A teacher and a student. Naivety comes through like the strand of your hair falling into your eye. One Non-grainy Canson sheet after another. Grape vine after grape vine. We paint. Oils and water. Density and weightlessness together in the same works of art. Paint our minds and paint our souls. Cages of skin and blood and veins opened to set free everything. Charcoal ideas and pencil inspiration.
Two paintings but only one masterpiece.


Queenmatrai said...

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