
Shadows per se
Oil Old Linen - Palette Knife
- 48 x 36 in
Her Purple Forest
The other day the clouds burst open. My hair turned into braided raindrops. Hair strands sharing cloud water. Oval reflective drops of light in her purple forest. An earthy fullness as early morning awoke. White against white. The clouds smiling. Drifting into free. Copyright S Kamber
2025
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Shadows per se
If shadows could speak...it’s not fair because if the door opens into a dark room I’ll be gone. They only see me when the light is on. Someone took a photo of me and photoshopped me out. Why in the world would they do that? Someone walked into me and they got all the credit. The weatherman said it was going to be a sunny day and he was wrong. I tried on a cool looking blue jacket, but darn no one ever sees color on me. I have to keep following the leader. S. Kamber Eye for an Eye (for Ghost of Yōtei) https://youtu.be/a8DMxSfb5D8?si=bW0P1cGVut5x1Rzd
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