Acrylic on canvas, ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
Blue
The blue that lines the belly of a bower bird,
The blue that threads the eye of a needle,
The blue of an opium haze,
The monochrome visions of a centuries sleep.
Blue like the shadows of Monet,
The veins that thread the arms of Ruben’s Christ,
The frozen ultramarine of an alpine concave,
The desert hue of a nocturnal beetle,
The colour of the sea turtles azure abode,
The blue of a deep bruise,
The blue of lips frozen in time, kissed by death.
Joey T