Elisabeth Condon
giving the last bit of honesty stolen from the collection trays at church
sing to me muse that which are the colors of your mother's past reflection,
do you remember the stars met when the brush finally hit the stroke across the horizon?
thick acrylic medium meant the most in times without her present
the image giving birth to meaning giving birth to sensation
giving light to the ignorant who choose to be color blind discounting the naked artist
free mind intersecting
habitual habit of escaping through layers of tormented filth
constructed chaotic malfunction of the brain
paint meets soul meets gut wide open
exposed alongside sharp lines and edge blur
the intent behind the shades and movement of the bristles vocalizing your creative thinker
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