my own fading hand - light touch of losing - station and canyon - seeing sebastian - fainting heart - feigning directions - fisting air - clutching, reaching - x’s despair - cross hatched insanities - zenith comparisons - mogador coffee - moroccan au pairs - things left undone - laundering lists - soil and sand - creatures stirring - culdesac fusion - scrims, limbs, and veils throughout the land - looking like ridley plots - petty recusals - stalled indignation - punk righteous moves - cryptic occlusion - cavalier fright- depraved conscription - depths of soul - eight cycles burning - vanishing playgrounds - central wholes - wounded inaction - ingratiating shoals - for whom the bell tolls - seventeen mantras - blistering hajj - one stoned devil - flesh like molasses - mockery of sins - despined and thin skinned - fragile lucretius - nature of knout -
“I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.”
Mark Rothko
“I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.”
Mark Rothko
