Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Paint Feels Like Clay...

And in its thick and dense property.....
I begin to see, somehow,
a BREAK THROUGH......
of actual COSMIC proportion.....
And as I continue in my routine effort to
build the scene of "Frivolous Prettiness"...
the ACTUAL history of the brushwork...
begins to shed away ....
as if it were a snakes 2nd skin...
And beneath the coats of "armor" and "power" and GREY......
 are small, morphed, SEED-like entities...
seemingly incarnated SEEDS of REDEMPTION....
And then///////
LO AND BEHOLD.....
 The 'White Brotherhood' appear...
in a haze of magical purity...
They are the EPIC HEALERS...
of all things ill....
and "ill-at-ease", as well...
Mind you, the WHITE is not their SKIN color,
but rather, the color of their TOOLS...
of their LAB COATS...
These WHITE BROTHERS,
 known well to ORGANIC HEALERS AND MYSTICS around the universe.....
 are actually RED and BROWN and YELLOW in tone...
WORKING, as it were, in a veritable assembly line of WHITE LAB COATS...
They lift their GOLDEN HANDS to the canvas.....
and their warmth and honey flow upon and around it....
And so it goes......

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