Don’t give in to the evils they sell or the lies they tell because the truth you own is your own in a tone that is more than simply a dull drone lacking colors but instead shines with intensity from a soul so profound and stricken with a density that I think few are even able to penetrate enough to understand the complexity or the specialty or the even the regularity that seems masked by peculiarity that most wouldn’t bother with.
What they think they see with their eyes is just an illusion spread wide by your eagerness to hide the majesty lurking inside your tiny frame in a game of cat and mouse where you keep the world at bay for fear of hurting others while you suffer.
In silence.
But not in silence because your paintings scream your misery out to the world whenever someone gazes on them. You get some release as they begin to understand the horror’s you keep locked up behind the gates you so heavily fortified when they gaze upon what your guts have spewn onto canvas.
I know its burning.
Bursting inside trying to get out, but you can’t paint and write it all out fast enough can you? There’s only so much art can do for you darlin.
I just wish the white men in the black suits would take a second to see.
Liz said,
December 8, 2007 at 4:15 pm
Hi, Matt,
You have crossed my mind a dew times lately & even though I don’t know the real you, your writing/words seem to “connect” to a part of my soul that few do.
For what it worth, I hope that you are doing okay.
I am praying for you.
Liz