Art of Learning
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Constant rush of noise, images and smells. Where do I start, where do I end. Fear is the realization of dependence. If I reach out to touch there would be more to comprehend. Where do I start, where will it end.
Written by Bob Martin
May 26, 2007 at 8:54 am
Posted in Art, Artist, Painting, Poems
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I really like your blog Bob…. particularly your paintings … my life is too messy at the moment to have me happily painting
…plus I am all too easily led astray by the hassle free urge to write, tho’ there has long been a nice new tube of cadmium red that constantly tempts me above all the others.. I swear -sometimes I feel compelled to eat some like royal jelly or something…I have so many unfinished pictures, I seem to be constantly finishing off the past, and I haven’t started a new one all year..as all my works start as digital compositions -often to remain that way…your work urges me to not neglect the medium by reminding me how special paintings can be
May 27, 2007 at 5:30 am
eXtraverse, thanks for stopping by. It is unfortunate how the past wants to consume the future. We pay attention and listen out of respect, like the respect we give to our grand parents and we don’t notice the possibility of joy in what’s to come.
May 28, 2007 at 5:01 am
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