Perhaps this is why


This as yet untitled poem of mine made me ponder, is this why I paint? Because I am compelled to express, and one way or the other, I will?

oh to try less

to let those experiences the mind can’t possibly tap

with words

be in you gloriously silent

and alive

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Paintings aren’t silent, at least not to me… but they do speak from a different place…..