Dear madness:
I hope this letter finds you in good health.
They locked me up for being unsubmissive,
even when perfectly sane.
I managed to escape and I discovered
that you are poorly defined.
Come visit me.
I will make you a beautiful garden.
Yours sometimes
I will rise from my ashes
…
A new and clean force is growing inside me,
it wants to come out.
And suddenly I fly.
From the Awakenings series of paintings.
Flowers the colour of your blood
Study the colour of your blood when you see it next time. The bright red when it just comes out, the darker one when it coagulates, the brownish tone when it dries. All of those reds will strengthen you and make you look good.
Be with flowers the colour of your blood.
From the Gathering Ling series of paintings.
For the power you don’t deserve
Your ineptitude is obvious when you govern for a few.
I’ve waited more than enough
for your incompetence to abate.
For logic to catch up with you
and for you to learn to think.
But it didn’t happen,
so from today,
you are dethroned.
I found your heart amongst the tomatoes
You must have lost it in the rush
It surprised me how small it is
so neglected and sad
with no pockets
From the Art Histories series of paintings.
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