I find it hard
to take all the raw emotion of life
and place it precisely on the canvas.
I find it much more effective,
to throw, splatter, smear, spray, dot, and slap
whatever color of whatever material
that your eyes draw you to
all over the canvas and unfortunate surroundings.
It’s a better form of expression.
Is it confusing?
Potentially.
Is it complex?
Incredibly.
Can anybody besides the artist discover its story?
Probably not.
But life just can’t be represented in a fixed way.
Or perhaps…
I’m just bad
at placing paint precisely on a canvas.