Dash your art upon this stony logic and let bleed the colors. Gesso and treat the crevasses in this cliff mind and tighten your perspective.
Do not be afraid, these lines bend with your smile. Take it upon yourself to see what can’t be and make it so.
With bristled courage strike out against this ashen terrain and find your way home again. But stray not too long in the kettle warmth and poppy seeds, for even your willow locks long the sea again.
You throw salt in the eyes of those that seek you if only to season their sight. Hex and jinx in clandestine circles but do not forget that by a friends hand you learned these flairs.
Take to your faerie kind and seek the forest in yourself. Within the trees you are free.
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 7:35 PM UTC
Dash your art upon this stony logic and let bleed the colors. Gesso and treat the crevasses in this cliff mind and tighten your perspective.
Do not be afraid, these lines bend with your smile. Take it upon yourself to see what can’t be and make it so.
With bristled courage strike out against this ashen terrain and find your way home again. But stray not too long in the kettle warmth and poppy seeds, for even your willow locks long the sea again.
You throw salt in the eyes of those that seek you if only to season their sight. Hex and jinx in clandestine circles but do not forget that by a friends hand you learned these flairs.
Take to your faerie kind and seek the forest in yourself. Within the trees you are free.