Karakia:
Atua
Tukua
Homai to Aroha
Ae.
Translation:
My god.
I let Go.
Bring Love.
I Agree.
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I didn’t want to do ‘outside’ today: it’s too peopley out there … the influx of holiday makers argh …
But … I was pondering on being all mindful and shit, wondering “what the fuck am I going to take a photo of .. fuck, should’a left this whole thing till next fucking year” … when I spotted this:
So, the photograph is a macro shot of an abstract of mine on one of our walls. It’s huge … the actual painting that is. It’s part of my story, hence the blood red ;)
But, apparently one of the first rules of thumb when painting, is don’t add a semi-gloss to an acrylic. Pfft … Fuck … I didn’t know that back then, and I still do it and don’t care.
So, what I noticed today … that I love … and still love … Is the cracks … the places where it hasn’t come together but has moved around each other to form something else … the colour that the red holds without intruding on the rest …
I guess I found beauty in the ‘imperfection’ of it.
kpm ©
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