tangled confusion,
fractured uncertainty.
one floats away
the other balances
on the edge.
the light is all wrong.
mazes keep in
bars keep out.
the fires lose heat
in the freezing air.
cold silence muffles
all meaning and
harmony is lost
to disintegrating
composition.
can this one be saved?
perhaps multiple layers
of white are needed,
a tabula rasa on which
to begin again
but this time
without the colours
of the heart,
simple earth tones maybe
applied with the practicality
of a tractor
ploughing a field,
a mechanical approach,
technical, rational
with no attachment
to the harvest.
Art and poem by clinock.
Art: Black Sphere. 24″ x 18″. acrylic on paper.
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