Just beyond the turnpike of destiny, a sleeping artist waits.
Contemporary Art crumbling quicker than a filo dough pastry.
Valueless guts as a visual system of aesthetics, these are a few of my favorite things.
Reverse media coverage with no context extensions to debrief us on noticeable artistic secretions.
Land of a trillion pictures circa, somewhere else.
Loading brief laugh rafts with metaphors and ironic anchors.
Tragic Magic and the Fugue state of one human journey.
Searching for soluble cultural tinctures to lessen interpretive endgames.
Contemplating, historical necessity,
states of decay,
ideas of materialism,
possibilities of our-story,
solid keys for transformation,
fluid affiliations and molecular bonding,
process trampolines to fame.
I was releasing painted destinies on the ground floor of culture.
Dancing to the sweet nectar of unassuming dream mixes.
Just beyond the turnpike of destiny these are a few of my favorite things.
© napoleon brousseau 2013 NaPoWriMo day 29