Post by Gari Hatch

Art Journal Entry 08-24-2021: Within the weave, within the bleed— inside the loft, the pigment’s need. The sweep, the brush, they now avail— like gauze to color, the painter’s sail. The walls, the roofs, the thermal rise— into the waft, the summer skies. Impose your sift, the thresh, the glean— the graze that finds its urge to be. Memories of city days, staying to the last rays— wait for the sweet release, ‘til the light leaves the east. Consummate the residue, the marks in the little moves— the inclination giving pause, the honesty to all the flaws. Gari Hatch #art #artist #artjournal #poetry #poetrylovers