Keeping my head directly in it, keeping my left hand cool, my right hand hot, watching sunsets coat palm trees, reflecting cityglass with that Younger/vision/version/superstar inside you. Keep my head down in it and my heart up above it more time in the walls of a studio feeling wounds union and mend in real time as you wash your face in the fountain of youth, the chocolate crumbs stuck in your teeth, save the flavor for a later time the ultimate drug is the oxygen that congeals with the acrylic in front of your face and you become one in the mist of a completed painting. They say you’re not supposed to unload length prose when reaching the world on a platform but I just really want to reach the one and only you. They say you’re not supposed to think too mechanically hard. Just rub the top of your tongue with the roof of your mind shut your eyes and every dream you ever seen comes true, in flavor and belief.- Gregory Siff | life painter Pieces that are coming to life here can be adore...