Aug 2015
Here the rain
takes its time
the world become
a Chinese watercolour
and we floating
in an eternity
the sure touch
of a master
a delicate wash of colour
our minds
becoming a world
that only an artists sees
in the moment
brush meets ink
and the final touch
occurs:
takes its time
the world become
a Chinese watercolour
and we floating
in an eternity
the sure touch
of a master
a delicate wash of colour
our minds
becoming a world
that only an artists sees
in the moment
brush meets ink
and the final touch
occurs:
We were just after looking at Chinese Watercolours at MoMA and then we actually became one....painting...real world and our selves all become one in a split second.
(Guildford)
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