– models of masculinity –
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
Just / Air
branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness
The Poets knows this / Better than their Readers / Who will see / What They will see.
Freeze Frame does not stop the madness…
dark and light near all along.
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
At first, the whispers are few and quiet.
All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.
Who Belongs? You tell me…
I look above – Assess my climb. Looks difficult to scale.
This is the essence of hope – Vistas unshrouded by light.
the bowl remains just as full…
Try as I might, I just can’t see the beauty.
“I need you. I’m scared” ~ 4:23 a.m.
“alle alle auch sind frei”
filtered light is still quite bright
and even more revealing
The Freezing comes and goes
His, the warmest cold