Dream your life in watercolours,
Live your life in oils,
Frame your canvases with time and distance;
Hang each by a silver thread,
In a windowed gallery of memories,
Exhibit often and without discrimination;
Celebrate the beauty in your clumsiest brushwork,
Accept the imperfections in your mastery,
Reshape your truths, as light plays and colour transforms.
‘If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.‘
- Émile Zola
The gallery is closing soon,
don't say you will come
I bet you want to see "Sunflowers".
You say you can wait.
but what if they can't?
Written after my visit to The National Gallery in London.
What a sound mind that lies on his own
On top of shyness
Is this a primitive method or just a political issue?
Welcome to my prison gallery...
I burned our
it fell down
like dried leaves
in the autumn
gallery of our
love that was
The once white
Are now dusty
You left me
I won't survive
alone inside this
in your mind
And you'll see
the saddest photo
there will ever be