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Where to begin?
Why to begin?
My head is filled to the brim.
The wheel keeps on turning
And I’m not the one kicking it.
Although my view is blocked
I know where I’m headed.
Where to begin?
Why to begin?
How to begin?
One foot in front of the other
The rest will follow.
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For now, this is all I can muster.
I don’t know what I want
Just as you do
This is the work talking now.
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And I will hear your thoughts
As clear as you will hear mine
Just give it a moment.
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The time it took me to say these words I lost another memory.
It’s the memories that are aging, not me.
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Hide in a corner
Run up the stairs
Shut the door.
Embrace loneliness
Embrace emptiness
Embrace flatness
Embrace the lack of prospects
Although my view is blocked
I know where I’m headed.
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I think we create to feel less alone.
For once, to have a fluent conversation.
To have questions answered.
A hand to shake.
The paint is already there, it only need to be placed right.
I’m just here to put things in order.
Painting is exaggerating.
Painting is favouring one eye over the other.
Painting is oblique.
At least to me,
Painting is logical.
But logical does not mean absolute.
That’s the essence of these works.
The logic is there, but you can’t make anything of it.
They embrace the aforementioned.
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My only home is right here
Cornered on all sides
Thrown about in a box.
Paint becomes form
Form becomes space
Space becomes perspective.
Perspective becomes perception.
Perception becomes thought
Thought becomes feeling.
Feeling becomes meaning.
Let’s hope it works that way.
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I think we can be certain of one thing…
Judging from my position you are all sideways.
Falling as it were…
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