Painting is not how I make sense of the world.
There is not much sense to be made of it, as it turns out.
Painting is how I hold the world for a moment,
For long enough to notice,
And see it slip away.
Painting is not how I make sense of the world.
There is not much sense to be made of it, as it turns out.
Painting is how I hold the world for a moment,
For long enough to notice,
And see it slip away.