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MBLindsey project. No. 2 of series of 4 paintings. oil on linen. 50 x 70 cm each. (Musical, tonal, temporal, lyrical, literal).
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Continents Shift…. Then there’s me doubling me Two lines in some dark canyon The only thing Is there Plus one By boats and planes and cars By sounds and screens Pencils and paper Cracks of architecture In fingers from lime and sifting sand Sacks and sacks So bitter is it And the echo of it [0] comments
Self Fantasy An island has no self. Without community there is no sense of island or not but nature. Insects aren’t down. A tree falls in the woods To the sound of one. Now I drink wine old as my home: blood of sweat & tears, Calvary and Eden. Woody cherry and pepper My first love and My last love An infinity of sad kisses. I and me vanish in its sound. [0] comments
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