Layered in colors, dark and mystic
Who does this canvas belong to?
They say it’s me..
But I didn’t connect to it
The fragility of colors, the images forbidden, the blur of stories unfinished
Where did these come from?
Not sure this is the way I would do it now
When did I start seeing myself through these lenses?
Lenses of all those who step by…
How did I manifest this audience?
When did I become a sum of their interpretations and their stories?
Is there a story to finish..?
Want to start again, do it another way..
How do I start erasing these colors, where do I begin?
Does an artist ever relieve his canvas of color, of stories, of expression
Start anew, afresh….blank, on a canvas vivid with possibilities..
How do I begin again…?