08/08/2017
Kal Gajoum. Magic palette knife.
Having carried the hand across the sky,
Mixing the color of phosphorus with ultramarine,
Smearing his finger with a trail of snow,
Rock checking the palette knife,
You will find the trembling of the sun,
Contrasting shadow tension,
The light that seems so simple
Slipping like one instant.
Flaxseed oil, birch sap,
On the fingers lubricated with pinen,
So many abandoned questions,
Broken like glass against a wall.
Natalia Bovina
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