“A certain glimmer and I have lost all control.
Magnified, I move under the spell of its glow.
I have re-purposed the function of the canvas.
Its entity should be lifeless and casual.
As a corpse is marked for burial so too
shall my canvases be. And my approach
will be sudden and I shall strike it with the
careless blow of passion. For that which has
been buried will now be excavated and I,
the gravedigger of canvases shall embark
on a journey of spirit- where recklessness,
empowered by desire shall be met with reason.
Reason shall be found from within its depths.
For the canvas is my rival and to face it blindly,
armed only by my will should bring me further
into its grasp- deeper into the unknown.
An unveiling of its most hidden truth.
I search with endless devotion- governed by the
humming whispers- the masters of my mind.” —myself
Magnified, I move under the spell of its glow.
I have re-purposed the function of the canvas.
Its entity should be lifeless and casual.
As a corpse is marked for burial so too
shall my canvases be. And my approach
will be sudden and I shall strike it with the
careless blow of passion. For that which has
been buried will now be excavated and I,
the gravedigger of canvases shall embark
on a journey of spirit- where recklessness,
empowered by desire shall be met with reason.
Reason shall be found from within its depths.
For the canvas is my rival and to face it blindly,
armed only by my will should bring me further
into its grasp- deeper into the unknown.
An unveiling of its most hidden truth.
I search with endless devotion- governed by the
humming whispers- the masters of my mind.” —myself
