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Art or at least my art is cerebral and visionary I never wanted it to be a quick fix Timely and considered but flowing and free Carefully looking, seeing, recording Not in a photographic way But my interpreted placement of shapes and brush Engrossed in a silent world of gathering Taking the subject feed and channelling it Through my eyes and round my joyful heart Stroking my soul and stimulating my whole body Finally the exit of passion and feelings as placement Of pigment onto canvas, carefully yet with a flourish All that time within me A collection of emotions, moods and cells, Racing them down through the handle, ferrule and bristles Then I pour myself out as a painting Every one a self portrait
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
Art
Art or at least my art is cerebral and visionary I never wanted it to be a quick fix Timely and considered but flowing and free Carefully looking, seeing, recording Not in a photographic way But my interpreted placement of shapes and brush Engrossed in a silent world of gathering Taking the subject feed and channelling it Through my eyes and round my joyful heart Stroking my soul and stimulating my whole body Finally the exit of passion and feelings as placement Of pigment onto canvas, carefully yet with a flourish All that time within me A collection of emotions, moods and cells, Racing them down through the handle, ferrule and bristles Then I pour myself out as a painting Every one a self portrait
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
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