Writing, Theresa Whitehill, Colored Horse Studios, Copywriting

The soil
is a deep
chocolate color
when irrigated
and gray-green
at rest...

Paradise is the center of a peach. We can never get there. Because, of course, once you've cut it open... but oh, the journey over the coals rubbed with cinnamon oil, waiting in the translucent afternoon sun, for the mouth to arrive...

The canvases
are beautifully
engineered machines,
which generate
a psychic event upon viewing...

How many nights passed while they repaired their clumsy ignorance, discovering the sweet insouciance of the mandarin orange when it's out on its first date with chocolate...

You will know
the names
of their children
and their gods
and their
half-spoken
prayers...

Mostly I remember
the supreme
beauty
of the place,
which always registers
in me like a heartbeat

Picnickers
share a metabolism
of rebellion,
the joy of being
liberated from the
work-a-day
world.

These two artists are able to give a new twist to the use of non-rational techniques in art. Try holding onto a fixed and rational idea when someone is leaning over your shoulder and painting it out with such assurance...

Any further
west, and the
weather would be
reported in knots
and sea swells

The soil is a deep chocolate color when irrigated and gray-green at rest...

Paradise is the center of a peach. We can never get there. Because, of course, once you've cut it open... but oh, the journey over the coals rubbed with cinnamon oil, waiting in the translucent afternoon sun, for the mouth to arrive...

The canvases are beautifully engineered machines, which generate a psychic event upon viewing...

How many nights passed while they repaired their clumsy ignorance, discovering the sweet insouciance of the mandarin orange when it's out on its first date with chocolate...

You will know the names of their children and their godsand their half-spoken prayers...

Mostly I rememberthe supreme beautyof the place, which always registers in me like a heartbeat

Picnickers share a metabolism of rebellion, the joy of being liberated from thework-a-day world.

These two artists are able to give a new twist to the use of non-rational techniques in art. Try holding onto a fixed and rational idea when someone is leaning over your shoulder and painting it out with such assurance...

Any further west, and the weather would be reported in knots and sea swells

The soil
is a deep
chocolate color
when irrigated
and gray-green
at rest...

The canvases
are beautifully
engineered machines,
which generate
a psychic event upon viewing...

You will know
the names
of their children
and their gods
and their
half-spoken
prayers...

Mostly I remember
the supreme
beauty
of the place,
which always registers
in me like a heartbeat

Picnickers
share a metabolism
of rebellion,
the joy of being
liberated from the
work-a-day
world.

Any further
west, and the
weather would be
reported in knots
and sea swells