TheFeatheredSleep – There is art, and then there is ART.
I knew three painters
one changed her style and went from dream catchers
to white cottages
beaten by silt
on isolated
cliffs edge
…
the second
copied everything she saw
without an original idea
ended up
breaking her horse hair brushes on
the flint of her rage against the world
…
and the third
she painted me
with her mouth
and I
sung
like a bird
released from cage
in indigo, violet
vermillion and scarlet