Hidden Depths

Thoughts on my exhibition of paintings and poems

I immerse myself in colour,
in a moment my past comes
together in contemplation,
the hard wiring of the world
stripped away.

Layers surface in meditation,
memories dance through darkness,
a life time of work
at my finger tips,
I am liberated.

Looking at my bare bones,
through detachment from life itself,
hidden depths echo,
in between flashes of entity,
memories position in abstraction.

Paintings punctate
in explosions,
freedom in the turbulence,
harmony in division,
bringing meaning closer to existence.

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