IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Your photo has an intriguing wintry aura – a beautiful shot. I love your WIP – very nature-like with marmalade sun, trees, and a babbling brook.
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Oh, Eugi, I love your description of my WIP. Thank you!
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My pleasure! I love it and feel behind every piece of art, there is intent or a story.
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Love it all
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Thanks
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I love the drive by that chilled my warm start to the day. The lights on the bridge, are they for boats at night? I can see your WIP building in layers. Great Last Photos. Thanks for joining in VJ 🙂 🙂
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Thanks Brian. There are falls before the bridge, so maybe.
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Intriguing WIP!
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Thanks Liz. Venturing into acrylics.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I thought it looked like a new medium for you.
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Brilliant! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah
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