"The nature of anguish is translated into different forms." Franz Kline
Black paint on your brush, aimed across the canvas,
Fired with dynamism, skill and power,
Looming large and intensely bold, premeditated.
Expressions which soften the vice grip of disappointment
Clawing it's way through your psyche.
Oils and brushes ordered over the internet.
Six thousand tubes? Three favorite brushes?
Patrons pay to view your vision in the gallery
Sipping wine, bereft of bloodshed.
Your abstracted legacy, alive in artistic circles
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