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The artist evokes his tormented psyche Through gestural abstraction a systematic colorfield emerges The blurring of dreamworld and reality All pretensions dissolve But… Critics still criticize Snobs still scoff    the creative will still drink and drug themselves the death. whichever way the wind blows that’s where my dreams escape me They transform to Queens of Hearts and Princesses of utter Royal Baroque Beauty Bygone Be Gone my heart must resist I will not be controlled by the guild Caravaggio kept painting until he got killed Went insane like most artists Couldn’t stop before he got his fill
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
The Jelly Fish Discuss Surrealism
The artist evokes his tormented psyche Through gestural abstraction a systematic colorfield emerges The blurring of dreamworld and reality All pretensions dissolve But… Critics still criticize Snobs still scoff    the creative will still drink and drug themselves the death. whichever way the wind blows that’s where my dreams escape me They transform to Queens of Hearts and Princesses of utter Royal Baroque Beauty Bygone Be Gone my heart must resist I will not be controlled by the guild Caravaggio kept painting until he got killed Went insane like most artists Couldn’t stop before he got his fill
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
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