If this was about metaphors we’d depict global warming
as an STD and call it “you do look like i feel”. The critics: It has this up/down formal movement, dynamic! Splashing over and under the frozen water. Bags and glass, are those manufactures? colors and transparencies: fallen and rapidly lifted up towards the surface.
Baby g., pick up the empties – get this pond clean and suitable for bathing again. We enjoyed light-hearted drinking as we thought we’d get rid of them in a sec; eventually is not the case. Eh. They now are burnt Amazon’s leaves, slimy fishes we can’t catch, and we not comfy fishing wet nor naked. We are no more the seductive teens in that August Blue painting (Tuke, Henry Scott 1893-94
122 by 183 fuckin’ centimeters, Tate Britain) but oldish and living rheumatisms.
Real Madrid has a very very melancholic work isn’t it so? Our look is pale and sickish indeed, and these tbh stands for Tubercolosis-hot.
Regarde, all far-right is on the coast inspecting what we collected, while Open Arms would def have a solo in a bigger gallery.