Y'all (4) of you voted for me to go outside and enjoy some fresh air so i thought i would share some moments of my adventure, and a poem from a zine i bought along the way
what color is a joy?
what color is a joy?
can i chameleon my
eyes to that lost hue?
can i paint the gloomy
winter landscapes with
blooms of hummingbirds
and chattering of bluejays
as though it is spring? what
palette contains the flowers
in the open fields? what brush
is like the ocean wave to wash
the cold and rain away? tell me,
tell me, painter, how can i draw
the night as day? which shade
in chiaroscuro will resurrect
the liveliness of verdant
streets? which jasmine
god would heed such
ink-stained prayers?
what color is a joy?
please tell me,
dear painter.
~ igor brezhnev, my most tender turbulence is you
I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life