Paint angles lead this composition
away from quaint postcard scenarios,
walk along mind jetties that are unbuilt,
the sea reconstructed, the desert
a submerged landfill of air, unknown forms.
Earth given no context or remembrance
of how things should presently be.
Emotions direct from where you just are,
perhaps the slouch of a leg anxious
to move onto the next picture,
yet an inclination the stay remains.
Eyes happentobenot blinking,
then lids flicker after, a primary trigger.
Block lines that intersect with colours
deliberate in their straightforward placement;
a minimal palette of complimentary
brushstrokes gives contrast, perhaps
divides one width from another, perhaps not
to overlap with curves, bold circles,
in a need to be a mood, no landscape.
