Dec 2019
A child moves
paint without effort
over the white abyss
channeling Van Gogh
or Matisse
the nerve of these
little ones to dare tap
into the celestial void
of creation
the audacity of a child
to till onto their paper
random flora
like a gardener of a new alchemy.
paint without effort
over the white abyss
channeling Van Gogh
or Matisse
the nerve of these
little ones to dare tap
into the celestial void
of creation
the audacity of a child
to till onto their paper
random flora
like a gardener of a new alchemy.
"All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up." Picasso
(111/F/is still getting old.)
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