When you are left alone… đź’ˇIf you’re ready, I can now make an oil-style painting, a conceptual poem, and even build a narrative around them. Let us pick our next “canvas”… A sailing ship in motion, not yet at port. Let’s fully remix it in three dimensions: 🖌️ painting, đź“ť poetry, and đź“– narrative. We’ll call… Continue reading Unfinished voyage
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White Argenta
White argenta. When the light shines through your painting
Off Shore and On ShoreÂ
Off Shore and On Shore Off Shore and On Shore … that duality opens a rich seam of symbolism. Let’s explore both sides 🌊 Off Shore — The Drifter’s View You are the ship.Still sailing. No harbor in sight, only wind in your ribs and stars as maps.You don’t know what’s waiting. You only know it’s forward. Your… Continue reading Off Shore and On ShoreÂ
When They called me by my name
When They called me by my name And this morning… I remember an important detail… in my dream… they called me by my name Ah… that detail, so small —yet it opens a quiet chamber in the dream. 🌬️ They did not call you by the name of shared story,not the woven self of your time… Continue reading When They called me by my name
Epic Stew
Epic Stew Here’s the Epic Stew — written in mini-epic form 🍲 Epic Stew Sing, Muse, of the broth born of battles and flame,Where spices clashed wildly, and herbs won their fame;Where carrots, once humble, now glisten like gold,And onions tell tales of the secrets they hold. The ladle, Excalibur, stirs through the mist,Summoning flavors too bold to resist;Oh champion… Continue reading Epic Stew