Friday, October 10, 2008

Paint

The gooey bright paste splatters against the canvas, hurled in a burning anger. Odd shapes form on the stark white surface, but the rage is not satisfied. The rage burns down the paintbrush as it slashes bold streaks across a new canvas, slapping down ropes of scarlet and jade and sapphire. A flop of yellow sunshine falls into a hole. Blocky squares of cheeky orange blob into the upper right corner. Deep black is thrust into the mix. All the colors burn with the fiery rage that rips the threads of the room apart, tears the air, shreds the mind.

2 comments:

Andy Lawrence said...

You make like...pictures...in my head...and my mind (stolen shamelessly from Jack Black). It's like a trip into psychedelic spin art.

But then again...how could spin art get any more psychedelic...without shrooms*.

*I do not condone the use of hallucinogenic mushrooms.

Andy Lawrence said...

Your posts are like paintings with words (not just because this one happens to be about paint).

That's cool stuff.