Oh My Paint

I paint.

I pain(t) on my whiteness until all fade to black. Until my shadows find a place to elongate. My hands are stiff once holding my brush but my fingers are lenient and are able to flush away all the awe not yet put on my canvas, not yet colorized, not yet pain(t)ed.

We all fade to black, black is a color, I am longing for my own color in black.

photo credit: Kevork Kojayan
photo credit: Kevork Kojayan