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red and grey with black and white keys
made of plastic and aluminum and sitting next to me
like a robot waiting for my command
instruction and guidance
i give nothing and wait for it to command me
im waiting for electricity to shoot from the outlets
lightening bolts from the ins and outs
fire in the midi
connected to a line direct to brains waves
explicit and raw
im waiting
nothing happens
———-a perfect b positron
im gonna travel backwards
time has a certain elegance when you alter it yourself
i dont like to skip thru milliseconds
i dont like to disregard
finished two paintings in two hours
thats how it used to be
i never cARED IF THEY WERE ANY GOOD
JUST AS LONG AS i can see my hearts reflection in them
i have nothing left
speaking of “art”
some sold and some given away
some shipped across the country
some shipped out of the country
i wonder wher ethey are
i wonder if they hang in interesting spaces
i wonder who’s eyes see
i wonder what they think
a couple in indianapolis messaged me and wanted an explanation
they wanted meaning
they had their ideas
they had their own curiosities
they asked me if their ideas were right
if thats what i was trying to say
i told them i painted them a picture so they could paint their own
just use it as reference
it hangs in their childs bedroom
he was 5 then
so that means hes 12 now
he grew up looking at my artwork hanging in his bedroom
he’ll remember it for the rest of his life
that painting is a part of his childhood
it was an honor and a priviledge
thank you indianapolis
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