Saturday, October 01, 2016

#322 Heartstring



I look at this
& immediately
think: my cup
runneth over
. &
then I think: with

clouds? Things
with little sub-
stance to them
except in stormy
weather
? I look

at this again &
think that the
painting is no-
thing more than
a (center)piece

of flimsical whim-
whammery, a
sorbet glass
posed in a post-
card pastoral

setting that is just
too picture-per-
fect. I look at this
again & think: this
makes me think
.

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