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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

An excerpt, as of late:

by Nathan Oliviera
"Painting puts many things in perspective for [him] and when it comes to producing, he believes the senses and mind are best evoked under complete solitary freedom. All the stimuli he absorbs over the course of a couple hours or even the extent of years, is bottled up like a kid catching fireflies; only to later tear off their wings and spread their luminescent pigments, with the trembling tips of his fingers. It sounds barbarous, but that is just what it is when he unleashes the incubus within; the white hot noise that pulls at his most-prized organs or lacerates him into a disciplinary focus. "

1 comment:

  1. I like the odd combination of bottled up stimuli and tearing wings off fireflies (stimuli).