Soft brush strokes graze my abrasive memory. Conditioned regions of my mind, rebell with hesitancy in releasing the Truth.
Allergic reactions appear on canvas as, wet, dry, cracked, and smooth textures. Splattered. Subconsciously intentional, with clairvoyance of resilance and wisdom.
It’s said, “Ignorance is bliss.” Until awareness assaults and confront each pre-programmed thought. Illustrating glimpses of soul, food of pure potentiality. Questions then develop.
Uncovering times many Illusions, my hesitancy now evaporates. All’s left are the colors energetically manifested from me. My truth releases beautifully, and infliction free. My souls art Remains Priceless, unable to sell, even at your finest gallery.