24x18 Acrylic and Gouache on Canvas Roll
The body is the temple that rules the experience. It will rule with or without you.
The best way for me to turn up the volume on my art is through poetry.
Peep the jewelry as the preacher says the eulogy
Blacked out, ultra black
Sweet dreams no more night mares
We the fairest --sleeping beauty
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest of them all?
Lights peeking through the scope
Glaring out the windows
Sleeping beauty lit those
Hot like lava “fire in the whole!”
Completing the saga of the stories we told
The days are young and the wisdom is old
We don’t break, won’t break, bend or fold
This ain’t no lawn chair
Sleeping beauty’s remain gods heirs
Sweet dreams maintain the dogs layer
Flip flip gods layer
What a frightening site tricky thief of the night
Driven to right all the wrongs
No bed bugs, no bite sleeping beauty up all night
Taking flights no touch down
Playing on planes A to ZZzz surround sound