 |
|
The Subtlety of Gray, acrylic on canvas, 36 x 36 inches |
The streets of love,
and the streets of hate.
The feeling of not enough,
and the feeling of hurt.
Wanting and more wanting,
Trying to get praise and respects.
Let it go, let it go, drop them all, from now on.
The streets of happiness,
and the streets of sorrow.
The streets of greed,
The streets of despise.
The streets of unwelcome
The street of scare…
The streets that I’ve never known they exist
And the hidden corners, on the dark side of the streets.
The streets of thieves,
The streets of robbers,
The streets of hookers,
And the streets of humans, mothers and fathers,
Brothers and sisters.
The streets of angels and the streets of devils.
The streets of grays.
The grays that have no names.
(Inspired by my mom’s dream: when my grandfather told her: Don’t walk on that road… )