A friend is what we are if we chew willow together and whatch the sunset.. You from the island, me through the window if it's in the garden too cold, or who knows I still travel. Not by car or train but by foot... still wearing the old shoes which aren't even mine. Do I need new ones? It would be great I find some for free. If they last just a few weeks it's good enough.
Are we acquintances, strangers or friends? When are we close enough to be friends, family perhaps?
I coloured the old canvases after work, the black and gold absorbed all colours and I wonder why. The black was dry. I painted it red with a big brush, a big layer of red spread, no pouring paint.
Quess, what I did? You will call me crazy and I missed the best moment as I poured paint on another old canvas with holes. For a moment the yellow looked great. Next I added green. No mixed colours in a beker but just one by one poured on the canvas.
If it turns out ugly I will keep it or use the canvas again. It's getting heavy.
Can we fry willow? Everything can be eaten at least once.
I picked up the leaves, it's fall if I wait longer there's no way to use them as stamps.
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@wakeupkitty
For me, half a century ago we crossed the line of friendship and we're now a family. Root friends. Always, despite everything, we can chat and entertain ourselves using art as a way of life and a way of life. It's a beautiful way to spend sad, hateful, painful days, but days, and turn them into joy or wander around imitating it.
Distance is just a mental condition. We're so close, just a click away on the screen. We'll always be attentive. It's wonderful to see the autumn leaves. (Oh, a good title for a novel) The Autumn Leaves.
I liked the leaves; red is a good color to express moods. It represents strength, creativity, and yet it's still art. Let's keep creating.