I love painting. I love the painting I’m doing. It’s mysterious but it’s showing its face. That’s what I like. Layers on layers. Something reveals, something hides its mask. The mystery peels and envelops itself like stop motion petals unfurling. Layers on layers. Then something to unify it that isn’t a dark colour.
- #Poem: The Keening soundcloud.com/jamiezoob/poem… And in the keening, The heart of the note That reached out into me, That… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 2 days ago
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