Tag: #the wild deep

Hog hair kneads hues, Grinding ‘em against the grain, luring knives, palettes and eyes— Towards a murky sea, still’d, That gains momentum with impasto Fiery ball suspended. Quick dry strokes dot And lather a pale blue sky On the stretched  bland canvas. Each successive coat livens The rafts, crags and gulls’ cries Barges bob, brushing…