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Voices and Visions

22 May 2013


When I was silent, voices spoke of the past and visions conjured up the future, but both quickly faded.
I held a spear in one hand and felt at that moment that everything could be connected with lines of movement, will, and ink.
A stroke here, make the unremarkable remarkable.
A thrust there, evoke something from nothing.

Always moving, because things make sense when moving.
Painting to the top of the page. Only.
     Only to find it blank.
Sitting in silence, hoping for the voices and the visions to return.

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  1. Faye permalink
    23 May 2013 8:06 am

    Herman, you leave me breathless with your art & poetry! thanks for sharing your talent. hugs, Faye

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