Saturday, March 26, 2011

use eyes.
lens are just a supporter.
reality is beauty,
but we believe in dreaming.
make it surreal.
everybody use,
but we tear yellow pages.
everybody throw rubbish, we make it dadais.
they capture green, and lively leaves,
but we paint dead, and fallen leaves.
spread some peanut butter on bread using spoon,
spread some oil paint on canvas using palet knife.
the spread sounds like putting peanut butter on burnt toast.
impasto.
like a baby as a sculptor. let's play some dirt.
messy.
we are bats. but sleep like cats. hard to wake like trolls.
brain is no pink, it's rainbow in color.
i have a friend, his name is turpentine.