tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73890179333328449422011-04-21T18:18:31.156-07:00Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7389017933332844942.post-55610970759296598252007-03-15T13:11:00.000-07:002007-03-30T18:13:50.131-07:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style=";font-size:180%;" >You look, and black and white</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/Rfm8GOJWmYI/AAAAAAAAABY/moAmo19AZWs/s1600-h/stage7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/Rfm8GOJWmYI/AAAAAAAAABY/moAmo19AZWs/s400/stage7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042268072880544130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/RfmqAeJWmQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qOOj-fh-QUA/s1600-h/stage7close.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/RfmwROJWmTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qVWlT_Y0_LU/s1600-h/stage7close.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 63px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/RfmwROJWmTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qVWlT_Y0_LU/s200/stage7close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042255067719571762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/RfmxXeJWmUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OoSY9DjhvPg/s1600-h/stage7lightcontrast.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/RfmxXeJWmUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OoSY9DjhvPg/s200/stage7lightcontrast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042256274605381954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/Rfmqx-JWmSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5LgL33R7Zqs/s1600-h/stage7right.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 76px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SquL7te7vMs/Rfmqx-JWmSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5LgL33R7Zqs/s200/stage7right.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042249033290520866" border="0" /> </a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p>Is this how I feel about my paintings? Am I pumping them out like a production line, or am I letting them slip by? A new exercise in art. Deadlines. Stress. <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pressures that I have chosen for myself. Does this take away from or give too my art? <o:p></o:p>And there is no true answer. <o:p></o:p>Turmoil, I both recognize and enjoy. <o:p></o:p>So time sits by me, unaware of the nails in my neck.<br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><div> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This art is a collection of masterpieces. Every stroke planned and replanned. Math and science entangled with color and design. Brilliant works of art, surpassing all others in skill and beauty. Each painting a show unto itself. Priceless.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p>A conceited boys dream patched together with childish fingers. Each painting worse then the one next to it. Unemotional trash. A bunch of selfish paintings, reeking of teen angst. It’s garbage on these walls. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p>Questionably sitting in answers I don’t remember. <o:p></o:p>I don’t believe in your decision. <o:p></o:p>I won’t subscribe to that kind of care. <o:p></o:p>But I do what I can. <o:p></o:p>I must. <o:p></o:p>Create because I must. <o:p></o:p>Because it burns. <o:p></o:p>And I can’t be bothered to rule it down. <o:p></o:p>Letting all of my self pour over in and of the many ways I know. <o:p><br /></o:p></span></p><div> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Is this is all I know?</span><o:p></o:p></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7389017933332844942-5561097075929659825?l=torturesongstage7.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daren luc Sasgesnoreply@blogger.com0