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Writings: Devouring paintings

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My paintings devour my dilemmas.

A soft palette transforms
into passionate fiery tones
which sometimes mutate
into dark and smoldering scars.

Harmony can deceive the eye,
offering a sense of order,
while the chaos lays beneath,
invisible to some, the hint of it remains
calling out to those who can hear it,
to those who will hear it.

Does it speak to you?
Does it seduce you?
Does it repel you?

It’s gnawing at me,
inciting me to solve it,
like a puzzle.

In the mean time,
I am tortured by its echo.

My paintings devour my dilemmas.

A soft palette transforms
into passionate fiery tones
which sometimes mutate
into dark and smoldering scars.

Harmony can deceive the eye,
offering a sense of order,
while the chaos lays beneath,
invisible to some, the hint of it remains
calling out to those who can hear it,
to those who will hear it.

Does it speak to you?
Does it seduce you?
Does it repel you?

It’s gnawing at me,
inciting me to solve it,
like a puzzle.

In the mean time,
I am tortured by its echo.

Sabina Nore
January 2013

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