Strokes of madness.
Coral dreams; caves below the surface
of the sea reveal the hidden depths of you.
What was to be one now seems to be another.
The paint won’t quit.
Strokes compel you to go on.
Who is in control? The artist or the art?
The music moves you, and
the paint moves in original ways.
The sea calls, coral dreams come together,
and you have a painting worthy of yourself.
C & K 