I aint made of paint.
I'm made of concrete.
Your the one who kicked me off my feet.
Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.
for once, you be the brush
for once, you shut up and hush.
You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.
Into fine grain, into fine dust.
Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!
I aint made of paint
I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.
We are no art scholars.
Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.
I refuse, to paint a picture for you.
A modern approach, I don't usually do.
You may not do it often but you pulled it off perfectly. I love this pieces so so much!
So your a open canvas wall?
I rather enjoy this approach, seeing you out of your element... so raw and wonderful!