I never knew that paintings could speak so to my heart until the day I saw yours and instead of looking away something made me pause so I stopped to look again and a little door opened in the corner of my mind
I walked through and found myself seeing something new a vista of such celebration a party conveyed by a brush and how I laughed to see it seeing that some hearts speak in shape and colour and texture and some listen with eyes alone
I was drawn in, in a way that I'd never known before and so I said so, well no I didn't actually say so being the klutz bunny I am I tried to say so though and well, wouldn't you know your open heart heard mine
By some happy circumstance I was in a position to say something I never usually do I said would you, could you and here's where your heart listened particularly carefully because you didn't just say yes you painted me my 'orange pop'
I have positioned it here and I've tried it over there I've even taken it upstairs but somehow it calls to me saying I need the dark wood to lay against to make me glow I bet that even you didn't know you'd sent me a piece of my heart.
An Annie Coe original defies words no really, just take another look and to see more go here
Unreality beckons, whispering in my ear not so sweet somethings saying lose yourself in the familiar folds of blissful oblivion nothing hurts when we drift in the ether and then everything does afterwards so then don't think of afterwards or of consequences, only of release a chance to lay again and to lie again rehash our fantasies, detach from reality
And then? what then?
When we succumb, we alter without and within losing hard won ground in this ongoing battle between ourselves and the people we aspire to be except on those days when we want nothing more than to be a breath of wind utterly inconsequential even within our own lives thus we excuse ourselves from the hurt we cause when we pause to listen to the malevolent whispers of unwelcome unwanted visitors from our past
Oh but how they crow, they point and laugh you see they know, and knowing has it's price they say pay the piper or lose your soul and only then might we let you go but then the dance begins amidst the confusion as colours brighten and noise levels heighten unreality takes a hold as sad laughter bubbles up as if to escape, and as it does you might notice that it sounds painfully like the cries of hysteria
and then? what then?
Well you see then you have the aftermath the resounding impact of the almighty crash as reality slams through our semi consciousness realisation dawning, squinting against the light of a day when all that matters is getting through until the hour when the doors of the dance hall re-open to the possessed and dis-possessed alike because once dance fever re-takes it's hold it takes the devils own strength to escape it
but only if you dance
After all the dance hall never closes it doors we delude ourselves that waiting is in fact control when our delay is only in anticipation of the music whereas choosing is but a turning point away a re-creation of our lives devoid of this tomfoolery learning instead the rhythms of new songs ones that nourish once forsaken hearts and souls and although I know all this there are still dark days when I find my foot tapping to the old rhythm.