The Black Pollock

The ugliest non colour

uglier than the white sky

is represented to represent nothing

no feeling

the gold shines

to save the lost painting

no eye

wants to look at it

no body

to lick it

white white white

traces

white

as hell

The Abstract - Therapy

It started on a strange day
A day that an addicted didn’t have his drug anymore
The drug has changed
to the art.
Paints are going to be his addiction from now on
He took a month to finish his therapy
Slowly the colours and forms started to appear and to combine
The oil made him dizzy and coloured his clothes
His life has many directions
but certain directions
L(l)ike the lines on the painting show
He knows where he is going
Although he is going to many different places
His knowledge is not concentrated
There is no extreme, like black and white
There are new knowledges, like a red that pretends to be pink
He knows where he is going
and he is going to many directions.