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PassageSpark of yellow, bright like the sun.
Their voice stabs deep into your calm.
Resilient orange, like a loud muscle car.
Memories crashing through your confidence.
Slamming red, like a firetruck rushing past.
Shards of your facade crash down to your feet.
Cold maroon, heavy like blood on a clean cloth.
Pick up the stained shards with your tender hands.
Hidden purple, like fruit under a leaf.
illusionsWater sparkling, reeds shifting.
I remember the time at the point,
a little piece of shore to our selves,
wading through shallows looking
for treasures through the distorting water
that creates apparitions
of plunder, or junk. craning over trying
to find gems amongst stones.
To succeed, we must,
see though illusion.
Reach through the cool water,
fingers grasping for the rock we desire
stuck in the muddy sand, we must
pluck it from its muddy sheath.
we bring the prize back to our pile of loot.
a little mound of underwater treasure.
This is what I paint, our catch.
Blues, greens, browns, paint smears,
across canvas, illusions of treasures
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More