I'm a painting.
-I'm a painting.
- I'm a painting.
- -I'm a painting.
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Rendering And Re-Rendering (With You)
I'm a painting.
-I'm a painting.
- I'm a painting.
- -I'm a painting.
That sentiment over and
over again until it looks like
someone kept scratching away pieces
of it and putting them back two
centimeters over from where they were before
until it looks like glass panes,
each with unique geometry
cut into them,
have been layered on top of it
without regard
for anything
but their beauty
again
and again
and again
nothing but beauty;
beauty in essence -
whatever beauty comes in;
I see white
off-white - just color
off-eggnog
statue,
like:
surface tension
but everywhere
and electric
and I don't walk into it
it isn't a place
it just is
and I'm in it -
the sensation of beauty
the being,
eunoia and you,
and paintings,
and glass:
all collaborating to be
something like
heartbeat chandeliers
and extra oil paint
smeared everywhere just because
specifically
a painting - an artisanship of being beauty & mess with you -
a painting
smear