Arriving on the spot, and thanking spirit, I set up over Talia and Michael's and grave.
I begin to line in the painting. Staying open, and present, I sketch: stealing from nature, reconfigure and simplify the elements before me, and line-in the contours.
I paint in anticipation of the low light arriving in a couple of hours at sunset.
I want the view to the Pacific Ocean (that body of water which has no memory) to be the ultimate focal point.
I quiet myself and begin to sketch.
I listen to the silence.
On my skin
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raising color
In my circulation
there is a drum
raising touch
like this
Radio patterns
focus in and out
my gray matter
raising color
like this
In my soul
I sing a song
of connecting vibrations
raising fusion
like this
over-under, sliding curve, beside beauty, turn my jaw, speak of blending currents, air and liquid, refresh my blood to hands embrace
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