I knew three painters
one changed her style and went from dream catchers
to white cottages
beaten by silt
copied everything she saw
without an original idea
breaking her horse hair brushes on
the flint of her rage against the world
and the third
she painted me
with her mouth
like a bird
released from cage
in indigo, violet
vermillion and scarlet
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The third was the most perceptive of the the three.
So beautiful, love.
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TheFeatheredSleep – There is art, and then there is ART.
Hahaha!!! I love this answer!!!
Thank you beautiful friend! 💓
I happen to agree with bobcabkings 🙂
Lovely colours at the end…always a sucker for decadent colours.
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