The Artist...

_theNeverKing | 07/08/2006, 19:13 hrs

     For days i sat by the tree. beneath it. speculating, crying, laughing out aloud. humming, singing. yea, singing. no food save for the odd apple or a bunch of grapes. and the river water.

    the paint had gone dry, dry as an impotent ass' nuts. the white sheet lay flapping in the wind. getting browner by the hour.
a loose strand of my long hair sat on the paper for a moment, as if filling its lungs before embarking on a long j'ney, and flew off eastward...
    the whole consciouness of mine baking hard in the hot shadows started cracking. too random at first but the cracks grew more frequent, monotonic, larger and deeper... so deep that the beauty oozed out red and blue. staining the paper darker still but redder. splendidly colourful and orgasmically fragrant. a beauty beyond comparison.. and the cracks went beyond still. the hard whiteness broke its way out.. reaching the warmer sun.. whiteness and yellowness.. madness, madness all around. yet beautiful.

exquisite



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Responses to The Artist...


  1. Portrait of an Artist in Action


  2. hehe.. action? more of a young man's dream i guess


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