Love is On | Or When the Rose Showed its Thorns. Paint, found objects, fabric, dry roses. March 2017.
My friends,
I had to choose between sleep and Art
Between clear eyes and Poetry
So I chose to get lost in Divine intoxication
Now Hafiz and Rumi while away the small of the night with me
I drink their wine
Frida winks at me and snaps her fan
I took leave of the land of the measured – now I only visit-
I shall follow my heart and the Muse
(she does not come to those who run their life like a business – and a clean easel is the saddest sight you will ever see)
Now my hands are tinted blue
I hear the birds praying each dawn
The crickets come in through the open windows.
San Diego, March 6, 2017
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love to see that smile…
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