Green pastures lay innocently ahead We tumble down the rolling hills in fun Frolicking wildly, like children we tread On, find a stump and bang it like a drum. Hide and seek amidst haystacks and tall grass: Shelters of field from this forrest's faeries Whose flowers tend to cloud our synapses Of these small creatures we must be leary. The medium I chose: oil on canvas I call it "Melting Time" (for obvious Reasons) circa 1995, place: Paris Then I pierce it with an elephant's tusk And call it "Phallus Interuptus" my Sunday afternoon dripping reverie. With you on smooth rocks, our secrecy I will call it "Lying on his headstone": Flesh on Granite, place :mourning alone. in memory of Jacob
The medium I chose: oil on canvas I call it "Melting Time" (for obvious Reasons) circa 1995, place: Paris ----- This I liked. mainly because you mentioned paris. and my heart still wandering there.
