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Wicked Art!

This poison paint colors my canvas Indelible, it will not depart Painted this masterwork is on my surface Loathsome canvas! Wicked art! A masterpiece you work Varnished transgressions that can not be washed free Free, from my oil-receptive canvas For this reason, now I must hide this artistic blot This poison paint With oils of Truth Worked by hands of spirit So that set eyes will never see this crafted bane A new masterpiece in its stead

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Eve Roper

Date: 7/28/2018 10:55:00 AM

I love the way you used the mediums to cover the old self to a newself.. if I'm wrong let me know.. I am an artist and would paint over old paintings :) a fav.

Tatiana Nde

Date: 7/28/2018 10:23:00 AM

Wow! Mark from the title, it just grasp my great interest! "Wicked Art" I love the meaning. Thanks

Timothy Mcguire

Date: 7/23/2018 2:28:00 PM

A perfect description of the hidden meaning of a piece of art. Well done

Fj Thomas

Date: 7/23/2018 7:52:00 AM

Sometimes those pieces are hard to cover over aren't they :) But it certainly sounds like you have the strength, and are on the right path to do so. I really like this metaphorical work Mark.

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 5/1/2010 11:10:00 AM

Very nice, enjoyed, Masterpiece. we went to a local art show today and it was nice to see the works. Made me want to paint.