We all know how they spread. Or saved, bearing interest.
Intrigue, shadowy, a possession laden with trust,
surrounded with security.
Perhaps best avoided.
And yet, romantic and mysterious.
I think some one once said that?
Tonight I want to write poem, but i am not a poet so if i might beg, don’t be to hard on me.
Two souls connect through orange.
Life is full of insignificant detail,
But connections are made. Fibers build.
And somewhere there is crackling. Like energy in the line.
No prediction can be made.
Like a boulder atop a hill, there is latent power.
Heres to friendship.
Now that the image has been restored it is time to let it sit for a little while collecting finishing touches. For our purposes here, we are done. The final painting is 3 feet x 5 feet.
This painting is starting to get to the point of real inspiration. I hold on to an idea which I call the fabric of imperfection. The fabric of Imperfection holds that something is truly more beautiful for the imperfections bestowed upon it.