Calmness is a thing
you would like to get
and, at the same time,
you would like to get rid of.
The painting
is a worry.
It can’t be any fruit
of the calmness.
The painting is static indeed.
It’s just hanging.
It has been finished.
But actually, this is the result
of the frantic despair,
expression, movement,
time, and timelessness…
It’s a paradox of the feelings.
I am completely smeared with oil,
externally and internally.
I experience each painting
through everything that I can feel.
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