Paintings are poems

Clumped mediums about protruding
found objects.
Layers of senses adulterated
by colour / visual elevator voices
hushed onto paper
and wood planks.
Language, melted wash envious
texture
across half-dried crusts.
Learn my eyes with inky strokes / teach
my ears with pictures.

© SF Jones, 2014

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