By Gabriel L. Gooch Blanco
One more box,
to shroud the naked form,
to fade the edges of your curves
must highlight the glow.
Gabriel L. Gooch Blanco
A touch of lunacy engulfs the eye, on the edge of yellow
Part of daily drawings
by G.L.G. Blanco (NeoTroub)
Part of daily drawings
by G.L.G. Blanco (NeoTroub)
Part of 160 pages of regret
By G.L.G. Blanco (NeoTroub)
The caption is of a painting I did long ago, on calico, in response to the following poem:
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute?
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.Poem 39 of the Rubaiyat written by Omar Khayyam and translated into English by Edward FitzGerald
The calico was also meant to be worn in a performance of the celebration of such poems.
Automatic writing and automatism as self expression. Thoughts and anxiety tormenting the mind, written out to take a form of their own.
NeoTrob
Therapy for the ego, preparatory work and writing for my piece A Conversation With Myself.
On the edge of yellow, a touch of lunacy engulfs the eye. Back to the wall, feet deep in hot sand. Crickets and pines shifting to the breeze
G.L.G. Blanco
