The Pain of Painting Soul – 07/15/2006

The pain of painting soul, upon a
metal apparatus that tunnels people
throughout, is a statement of power.
To see it surface upon the back of a
mechanical monstrosity flowing from
one car to the next makes the heart
pump vigorously.

The artist conveys in a multitude of
colors that the conservative is ugly
to the masses that plain grey chains
of mechanical monsters are depressing
and conforming, upholding the status
quo.

Expressing social unrest, breaking
away from the chains that bind the
everyday office slug, who envisions
his work without clarity of thought,
is a wonder. For the slug never
questions, never challenges the man,
and begs for what is rightfully his,
knowing that it will never come.

Using the social canvas to inspire the
beauty of animalistic thought, to
express contempt for a society that
harbors real criminals within the narrow
construct of ivory walls is both bold
and genius.

They say it is a crime! Purple sunsets
with golden hues, traveling from Brooklyn
to Harlem, changing hideous grey metallic
multi-wheeled monstrosities into
colorfully splashed canvases is eye candy
for the slug, riding upon a Vanilla Sky
to the Bronx is brilliant but they call
it criminal.

It is painful to see a modern art form
destroyed. My tears flow like an aerosol
hiss for all the artists on the bench at
149th and the Grand Concourse.

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