Inspiration can come from anywhere, at anytime…



Without a care, I stare into the depths of the Blank Canvas..,

Deciding what to paint…

Should I let this portrait penetrate the rusted bloodied barbed-wire Gate?

Fenced in…

or kept out by the deliverance of the deliberate intent of splashing Colors crisp as Mint,

with a scent of Sacrifice..,

Lost at Sunset…..