02 May It Acts; unadulterated
He brings the pipe to his lips in the midst of interfering mustache and beard.
Whiskey in hand, he stares at uncertainty.
Bringing color and image to fruition is not unlike formulating his thoughts.
But when he steps to the canvas, a different part of him arises.
It is not thinking.
It is not wondering.
It is not worrying.
It is not perseverating mastabatory self illusion.
It is calm.
It is direct.
It is strong and wild.
It is raw and dirty.
It is knowing.
It acts; unadulterated.