Paint Behind Me
I paint behind the canvass.
Another wall of endless swirls upon swirls that constantly rearrange and change is silently listening.
Hovering just below the surface where my brush strokes new wonders like a magic wand.
Gently massaging my environmentally suitable surroundings.
I'm so lost.
I'm so withdrawn...
I'm drawn with
or
On with.
I'm drawn on with acrylic paints.
Paint behind or in front.
Do what it is you do.
Paint
More paint
And then paint some more
Paint behind me . . .
-END
6/01/2017
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2017
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