“Art will eventually kill us all.”
Landscapes are great
for fans of faux photographs
or Nature neutered imitated
emulated sunshine on a make believe day.
But hey!
You never get rained on.
Or burnt by forgotten SPF
Definitely painful ouch that stings.
Which brings us to my point,
my pointed purpose pontificated,
my elucidated summary of
why I paint abstractly.
It’s not boring.
Snoring through another summer
brushed upon a canvas bummer
deftly waiting while it dried,
oil paint takes like six forevers,
Something that day dearly died.
Why paint scenes that lack surprise?
So now I scribble in accidents
my palette packed unplanned events
with destinations clearly unknown
but I drive there fast.
Or sometimes slow.
I don’t know, sometimes I drive fastly slow
It’s mostly about the go
not the get there.
So here we have it in a nutty shell
Art’s not boring when I’ve no clue where I’m going.
Maybe I should apply this to the rest of my life?
Nah,
I could die someday.
