Sometimes you would see them pulled up and the hook will have lodged in their eyes or other part of their bodies. I would immediately picture the human form in this same way.
These are some of my random paintings. I will tell the story behind these paintings in future blog posts.
The earth below hums a sad song, another task still yet at hand.
So much beauty is given birth too, but also consumed within this land.
The sand so grey beneath her, yet she shines like stained glass.
Shiny and still full of life
The anger and pain are but a few,
That make up the barrier that keeps me from you.
You who are you exactly?
2 men 2 souls, devious in their thought.
They are predators, and I will soon be caught.
Baiting their trap, their eyes transfixed and locked.
Lust or contempt, their gazes cannot be blocked.
I remember finding a small book store in a town called Narvik. I noticed that buried in the stationary section they had some ink wells. I immediately thought omg I need