Acrylic on wood blocks
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Planet Uranus discovered in 1781.
Its been a while.
Lately,
I have been giving life to unfinished jazz songs that, for some reason, only play in my head.
The chords play in harmony with my fleeting thoughts, and when I try to grasp a hold, the chords radiate into air.
Then, a new song begins and the cycle continues.
Thoughts have absorbed some kind of foreign machinery virus, its the cause of many unfinished speculations,and a blurred misconception of change.
There's this cave I found thousands of years ago deep in my dreams.
Sometimes its hard to come back but the cave is always there and I always find it.
I spent most of my time gathering unfinshed thoughts and stuffing them in this cave,I feel they are the most safe there.
Lately,
I have been giving life to unfinished jazz songs that, for some reason, only play in my head.
The chords play in harmony with my fleeting thoughts, and when I try to grasp a hold, the chords radiate into air.
Then, a new song begins and the cycle continues.
Thoughts have absorbed some kind of foreign machinery virus, its the cause of many unfinished speculations,and a blurred misconception of change.
There's this cave I found thousands of years ago deep in my dreams.
Sometimes its hard to come back but the cave is always there and I always find it.
I spent most of my time gathering unfinshed thoughts and stuffing them in this cave,I feel they are the most safe there.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Lonely Salmon Horse
The ancient laughter echoes through ceilings that leak all over the pores of my outer skin
My skin which has become so fragile can be ripped by a memory of past desires.
The deer took his horns and placed them on me,
He gave me no warning, and no alarm.
I just felt the horns transform into antlers
and with antlers I turned into a horse, a salmon horse, running on cotton plains
all alone.
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