Stuff written watching last Solfrid paint, the one here above in a sequence of two, named 1a and 1b. Blood waves is only the title of my stuff.
Anyway, I’m happy she restarted to paint!
Blood waves grow and branch out till the canvas
shows no more than a crimson large space.
Like a nightmarish time we do live
here and now during such odd bad days
Without thinking we go ahead. We
manage sadness with dreams and love hopes
Yet emotion is only instincts’ slave
so denies space to reason and knowledge
I felt never myself silly as
in the present time when evils swell
up again showing terrible faces
to an old feeble mankind that falls
Blood waves arise like warped image
and fill a second canvas with pain
that increases and enters my mind.
Absurd war and apostasy. Death
SL – Peaceful Land, April, 9th 2022
The skin of the angels 