This is theater no one sees. I perform my task, coloring walls with a stream of sweat and consciousness. Or, a river of consciousness. Some days are green. All green. Monochromatic within the subtleness of every corner of that hue. The edges try to creep into blue or spread into  an olivey yellow smear. But I wrangle it, keeping it within the circle of my minds eye. It is a game I play with the chalk color. They have inherent needs to become something that I may not want, and I reserve the choice to let them rule my thumb or keep them under it.

You have to learn the rules of the game.
And then you have to play better than anyone else.
-Albert Einstein

Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward;
they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


  1. sometimes it is fun just to let them win...maybe just to see what happens. smiles.

  2. or make your own rules. Like your piece!

  3. Beautiful =D the artwork is just amazing as so is your words=P

  4. The Chalk Is Mightier Than The Canvas!

  5. There is something remarkably tactile about chalk colour. A lovely piece.

  6. I love the thought of 'the choice to let them rule my thumb or keep them under it.' So many of lifes hurdles rest with that decision. Have a wonderful week end xJ

  7. Oh, I'm seeing it. But my eyes are red.

    Shall I set up the board? ;)

  8. Great artwork. I like the overlay of the words. Let the chalk go, it will speak for itself.

  9. thank you so much for your sweet compliment.

    i am loving this post! gorgeous words and lovely art and vice versa.

    nice to meet you. :)