#visualart
This man I don't know
stopped me in a room full of paintings,
asked me if I knew that
Helonias was having an ******
as she clutched the head
of John the Baptist
and pierced the tongue
that spoke against her-
I had always thought
the woman was mourning.
Her face seemed contorted
in statuesque grief,
but, no -
She was *******
as she mutilated
the first cousin of Christ.
How, strange, how brutal
a thing to know.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Gave up in writing, lost much of interest.
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Gave up in drawing, harshly discouraged.
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Last chance in music, with overflowing inspiration.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
画语 (Huà Yǔ)
浓油淡墨满幽堂， 月季香随画影长。
孤泪一滴收神采， 千言万语入心乡。
软语多谢传真意， 绘者原来在身旁。
刘嘉文
The Painting Speaks
Heavy oils and light inks fill the quiet hall, The scent of roses follows the long shadows of the paint.
A single tear gathers the spirit’s radiance, A thousand words retreat to the home of the heart.
Soft words of thanks convey the true intent, The creator, it turns out, was right by my side.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC