No More Sunshine
2011 - 20" x 24" x 1.5", Mixed media on canvas
Consciousness is complicated.
You want to think about how.
Do you have to think about it?
Moral quandaries directly linked to evil.
Violence parallels loneliness in morbid times.
Relationships out of control.
The slippery stuff is most elusive.
Friend of a friend,
Or strangers looking for another kiss?
Beauty in a red satin robe.
Touched by love and passion.
Procedural voyeurism has a sinister undertone.
But what is perceived is not yet seen.
Several seconds passed.
A ghostly fragrance from the back door.
Where art thou?
I don't know, I said quietly.
Thinking, seeing.
High or low.
That line in the moonlight.
If you look away,
It glows.
Make a collage from left over DNA.
You can read stuff on the page.
Rhymes quoting exotic scripture,
Painted in red.
The words don't yet exist.
An overcast sky.
Feeling the fire and storm.
Golden tongues that echoe death.
Symmetrical compositions of silence.
Remember how it sounded?
Emotional propaganda of a saxophonist.
But what you hear is not blue.
I use the Brooklyn Rail newspaper as collage material in my paintings. I underline words and phrases within the newspaper collage and create poetry.
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