Untrained Defines the perceptive analysis. Unschooled Becomes the label of preference.
And so much has become This lazy polarization Of labels Marginalization
There is power In marginalizing Whether intentionally bigoted Or by way of “righteous vengeance”
Neither Have a good “place” There is only darkness When hatred Is the motive
“Flowers Near Water” has lived with me for some five years or so. It hasn’t always looked this way. It started as an 1/8″ plywood board that I gesso coated….then dried. Oils were brushed on…then removed, then reapplied. At some point, I may have used a palette knife or two. The smell of oils is intoxicating, suffocating. I let it dry for a week or two and worked on it some more. Applying, removing, drying. This went on for months. I made a frame for it. Hung it. But always felt it needed more. On some occasions while I was painting another piece….if my colors were right, I would add more touches to my friend “Flowers Near Water”. Recently, I noticed that some of the white paint had too much drying agent and is turning yellow. I will return to this piece to freshen it up….to do my best to make it whole. Or I could just throw it away.
“Careful when you go in them woods boy. There’s bears.” “Will they kill me?” “They’ll eat you alive” “Should I run?” “No, that provokes ’em.” “Can they climb trees?” “Yep” “Can I shoot ’em?” “No guns.” “So, why are we doing this?” “It’ll be fun. You’ll see.”