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No Conclusions, THE PROCESS OF PAINTING ***

Not often between lines.
Crossing lanes.  Consuming spaces.
 Ordering gray shadows
Like shaded fog or misty traces —
In a measure of displaced displays
Of reality’s clarity 
In impressions or abstractions,
To emphasize the building theme — with
The colors smudged or  stippled or stroked long
Outlying and blending — cautiously — 
Of as if themselves in a trance,
Running away
Circling off the canvas; 
A rhapsody of shapes forming, 
To be perhaps perceived,
Playing hide and seek —
If viewed  in a turning to upside-down,
Or  then seen from a look far off 
From another side, across the room,
As if from beside some seaside  beach 
    Of the moveable imagination
Of possibilities, yet a stroke by stroke
Closer to the finished effect —
To be appraised and lauded, at that exhausted,
But nevertheless, rejoicing end illumining — 
Witnessing, according to open examination 
Of life  scenes below, beyond, or high,
    Blended in new colors
Often strangely named, to
Guess their nature by their new pseudonyms:
Like Earth’s Crust Brown or 
     Baby Fair Yellow Hair.

The painting
     Now ‘till forever  will be 
Beheld hung up somewhere, (or
Kept back in the black of a closet’s corner floor)
Where it stays, not resting; not still!
But running
Through time’s approaches to 
what whatever’s passing popular in art interpretation.
Painting after painting,
Whipped up in the winds 
    Of a viewers’ risen remembrancs—
Spirit to Sight
Picture to Touch
Art to Power
Spurring minds and moods into possibilities of 
Re-seeing journeys 
Into themselves through this painting
Always being as if magically moved 
Through an instant
    Lost, then
Re-addressed.


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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/27 - /21 rewritten d12/24\2022
Glory to God…
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