distractions. whispers. mimicry.
too many compelling reasons to hide, to shrink, to feel nothing at all.
i’m tired of the numbness.
i’m kenT, and i’m an artist – absolutely the tortured kind.
i am movement, a flurry of pattern and frenzy, flirting with paintbrushes and putty knives, markers and mistakes. i am attracted to the pitch and yaw of opposites, their nuances and perplexing subtleties.
i paint simplicity with shades of complexity—pockets of light that marry contours of shadow, and they coexist and adapt together as complements of each other.
i am electric, a live wire. lowercase but with capital impact.
and while the air is still static with electricity, i sit in stillness and study what will be yours. will it make you feel?
i paint so you will feel connection. desire. intimacy. depth.
come feel alive with me.
pull me through the crowd.
all i ever wanted was something i never knew i wanted.
my brain could ponder and think – tinker and day dream about all the things i wanted in another. all i ever wanted in a lover.
it however wasn’t my cranium that created the moment that checked the box that never existed.
it was a hand. a hand reached. a hand with extended fingers – expanding to connect to mine. a hand wanting the safety, the secutity, the sensual declaration that you are mine – that i see you, i get you and i love you.
all i ever wanted was to find the one i wanted everyone to know is mine while at the same time not caring who knows. the one i want to pull through the crowd.