Where is your mind now/ still stuck in the trees
Where is your heart now / still broken, still beating
Where is your soul now / still vaporous, still green
Here is the turquoise path stretched out in front. Here are the poppies that dot the way. Here is the gold leaf that spreads itself thin over the canvas.
Am going to be painting again soon, bought some new brushes today to replace my old stiff ones. Some new paint, too – and it’s rich and thick and bold. I’m not very good but I love the look of crusted paint under my fingernails, and the feel of a brush in my hand, and pigments flowing out.