Like the paintings I last posted, words emerged as I painted this well-loved Western Flyer:
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Blue frame on black wheels. Blue dreams on black clouds. Blue eyes on black face. She jaunts quickly, cadence increasing.
Blue bird on black line. Blue sky on black ice. Blue hope on black faith. She rushes a peak behind the afternoon’s veil.
Blue wings on black moth. Blue sign on black pole. Blue ink on black paper. She dismounts, reborn beside each idea, coming, becoming.No Comments Yet
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