This is so wonderfully thick with paint and ripe with texture. As it should be. It is a relative to my most recent inspired painting. I wanted to do a larger piece, but only had a small canvas and desperately needed to paint. So a study it is. I really hope you love it. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and when we dream of a white horse we are dreaming of the spirit's vitality. So this piece is a painting of looking into behind the eyes. The poem I wrote first on the 19th and was intended to be with the artwork. Hopefully you enjoy that as well. It discusses the need we all have at times to hide who we are for fear of being found lacking, discusses the meaning we have if we are in fact a divine word manifested, and that love is the highest card we have in our hands.
Mwah ❤🙏

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"Your Blue Eyes"

An unintelligible singularity.
To aim for this
would be as the honesty of its namesake -
a mathematical flaw.
By the senses we move.
By meaning we perceive.
So, you see,
it is not from your form that I derive
my perception, but by your meaning.
This is not a door, but
a walking-through place
This is not merely a card, but
the King's Ace
of spades. To call a spade
a cliché
For what is honesty without openness?
What is love's handmaiden but truth?
Something to hide.
The aggregation of shame, disillusionment, and lies.
To fear being known and found wanting
is to become the chase.
The endless chase
where all conceptions of time and space
simply break down to
the singularity.
It doesn't really exist.
To exist we must be known.
We must be the walking-through place.
The place where love can find meaning and so perceive itself in our face.