Hang Ribeir

Hang Ribeir

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It always starts with a mere spot
drops of ink randomly cast, splattered
or just randomly laid on paper
without a design
with no obvious purpose whatsoever
at least none that I’m aware of
for my hand somehow makes sense out of it
on its own
it starts
hurrying scurrying
spreading the ink
until it forms patterns
until
here it is a picture has sprung up
a picture that’s not picture perfect – but rather itchingly crude
pictures that
ruthlessly scrutinize human nature, britht and dark side altogether
involving
sex and blood
and
awe and angst
and lol – lots of lol actually
pictures that are not mine to choose
I, am as clueless as can be
I, am as scared of the dark and of the unknow as anyone is
scared of a truth won’t face
this savvy hand of mine draws all that I do not know,
makes explicit all that my brain shuns
this savvy hand of mine is as driven by some primal, animal force –
I happen to fancy I’m a Bear-spirit somehow trapped within a human shell…
and I happen to enjoy this outlandish “possession” :
unsettling… fulfilling.



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