On the polar whiteness of a canvas,
like skeletons, some sketches surfaced.
Seasons began to bleed,green and then grey on it.
People called it " the man in painting".
No painting have ever learned
the fine art of seeing itself.
Man In Painting too beleived
what people say was always true.
Till the colour and contour fade
Till the great ice age return
Watch, watch ,watch and watch
what else can this painting do?
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
BEING A PAINTING IS NEVER BORING
No one comes to meet me now.There were days when pleople would l wait for hours to get an appointment.When they stopped seeing me i started seeing them.It is like watching a 24 hour movie. Scenes keep on changing.I just see the world through the windows in front of me.Though i am immovable,i could feel the world moving around me.All the paintings see the world as movies.Being a painting is never boring.
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