Trees above the canal ..

… Tea With The Mad Hatter …

… Dinner With Uri Geller … :)

Legendary Syd … My first attempt at a painted portrait… 

O_0 … The painting looks back…

YAY! Abstract expressionism!!

Premature memories wave in my presence,

and I miss as they too hastily drift north,

while a dozen ascend from south, east and west.

None of them I miss.

My mind leans into melancholy,

from where my greatest ideas spawn,

and waits patiently for mocking laughter.

ignorant.

HA … HA … HA…

Pensive thoughts continue to circle my head,

while the rest are frantic for words and undesirable occupation.

Isn’t that funny?

… Nevermind.

He dissects the canvas with a black line,

while all creativity is contained within his fingertips,

injecting inhabitance into every inch,

he aggressively sweeps the canvas as he stabs at his ocean pallettes.

Sanctuary.

But sanitarium paints him the wrong colour,

Vincent’s seed of creation fails to plant itself in current ground,

rejecting all inhabitance of his own life,

but his madness still reaches through his translucent eyes,

plotting itself across his final scape .

… Bang.

The bullet slices through his mind ,

each grain of wheat shivers to the echo,

as he disappears beneath the field of wheat.

silence …

… The sky decides to paint itself a different colour now,

Vincent’s seed of creation plants itself on future ground,

accepting overdue inhabitance,

exhibited in a sane man’s gallery,

but still trapped behind a glass frame.