Just this time, Then once more, Then perhaps a last time –– then I think it will be over. (triptych)

Manifest, Oh?

Serious hard-jawed, high brow art –– bald artists in black berets (black-rimmed glasses). Don’t believe it. Create only for yourself (see: myself) from with-in. No rules, no precedent, no words to define that blissful ignorance. Remove the intellect –– naked, raw, spontaneous, non-thinking (ideally). Something eternal ‘bout that canvas –– something primal ‘bout putting paint on that ole burlap-y. I’ll never do it better than nature herself –– can only make it my own so it exists independently in and of itself. Make ‘em poems. At least that’s the way I feel to-day –– may change to-morrow –– and indeed it may, it may.

What Other Planet Features This?

Farther & Wider

Far & Wide Day by Day

Our Time, it is Not Long

fwooo… kshhhh… fwooooo…. kssshhhhhh… etc.

The golden glow curls, breaks, flits & sprays –– wow. And does it again, and does it again, and does it again… Get it? Better stay until I’m bored. Let it sink, drink it up, punch it IN –– the IN within will have to come out someday.