I do not want nor will I live and write safely. Like an artist who purposely uses so much paint that it never dries. The swell and smell of the chemicals continue to lift and rise from the foundation as paint rolls and drips from the edges. This is how great living and words should be. I want one to hear and see the oils in every color bubbling, melting, as it sizzles and burns through the grains of the painted canvas, creating a big gaping hole until the edges burn away into ashes revealing a new realm, a new world of fantasy and imagination beyond. That is how I will live and write. I will not hold back yielding my pen in hand with the vicious tenacious silent roar of an abstract painter with a thousands brushes. This is how I will live and write, with a thousand pens. Torturing the rules of past and present artist and creative geniuss who left the past in beautiful destruction and minds in awe. Mixing, throwing around paint pallets across the floors, striking walls and ceiling until the rooftop above me melts away and the dark void of the universe fall into me as I sit in isolation crying and screaming a deathly rage and yearning for the stars above. This is how I will live and write! I will not verse to please, I will continue pushing boundaries questioning government, education and church, looking for signs of a real biblical heaven and hell; as I try to sort out, like the painter and artist this madness we live in. This is how I will live and write. Brandon Barnette 8/30/14
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 17:51:14 +0000
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