Dear Judy

I had to finish off this dog painting this evening
I use acrylic...brings out the pupils and mute color tones
but in the business car of Loris sister
the night had a similar feel
Was thinking in black and white film lately.
should try this .

anyway the winter throughs its reflected and refracted light
that the other seasons do not have
a special feel...

it is about a car run of course
I like commercial exploitation of selling
the business of the hustle

now you got me thinking about what it was
I am always trying to promote in the codework
of the writes..

ah drunk lush...like the bus bound
wrapped in their defense or defenseless
of the outbound lands
sleep talking
the crowd of ghosts

there is always more and most of it is meaning
mostly to me
I should try to write in realism rather then
pointelism and palette knife

Love broken or fragmented is the main key
things that never line up
viewed from different perspectives
from the bottom of the well
to the looking down

narcissm is a bit mark in my work
it was the way either I was
or became in the passage of
youth..

and the dissallusionment of
that act of beauty which is
not the beauty but of the
darkness
the more you lean in to look
and be entranced the more
the light is distracted
and changes the mood
the setting

ecliptic

I like to think of the Moebius
strips....two twins turning
about on the route and at
some point the occultation
occurring.

I do however greatly admire
that you do appreciate the
textile business of words
which are before the hand
written scrolls and cuniform
was the Gutenberg press

I digress much

I thank you for the comment
and notation on this...

Mr Esker!

love rejected....never caught owned
and discarded....
we get what we want
all of it and the pursuit was the love
the rejection was the love..
pretty simple psychological thing..

that was the thing...
in that is a myriad of stars
on a mute night
that sings anthems
perhaps one cannot truly
hear them
but can feel them
the vibrations..

thank you!