a layer.
a calque.
a dab of red.
a glob of purple.
a touch of yellow.
a tube of memories...
let it run, let it bleed...
I can not remove you, you see.
I can not erase you.
I can not dilute you ma cherie.
Your color so strong it stains me.
I try for a new day, a new canvas you see, but as I pull the layer of night over me.
it stays...
It stays.
and it stains...
Your smile.
Your soul.
Those eyes.
Your touch... it has stained me ma cherie...
I can not dilute you.
I can not wash you out.
I can not dilute ... It pangs me.
He can not lie to the heart that diluting is not fix,
this paint is different,
this paint is thick...
Oh how it runs...
Oh how it bleeds.
this paint is thick, ma cherie....
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Step huit (eight): drawing in the motion
So realizing again that drawing people in "the moment" is such a difficult task. Trying to capture the essence of someone while also trying to get the form correctly in that very moment... is, well, challenging.
Side note (I need more work) this journey is just starting. Its been difficult. Its been slow, but its worth the journey and process. Its worth the patience and its worth therefore... seeing the change. That is and will always be our greatest achievement in life... overcoming the challenges of ourselves.
adam king... signing off.
Side note (I need more work) this journey is just starting. Its been difficult. Its been slow, but its worth the journey and process. Its worth the patience and its worth therefore... seeing the change. That is and will always be our greatest achievement in life... overcoming the challenges of ourselves.
adam king... signing off.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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