It’s safe to say – I had one of the most amazing weekends of my life! Completely filled with sheer supernatural bliss! Very unprecedented and even as I type these words, I am possessed with such wonder! “Did that really happen? / Did I really stand steps away from The greatest instrument in modern music? ” Dreams of “Paisley Park” became reality when I actually stepped into the doors! It was a very intimate, and sensual experience that gave my journey a blissful meaning! NOT TO mention, the BEST breakfast!
One of the most exciting elements of this journey this weekend; was meeting the muse, of a poem I wrote not long ago. I saw an image of a feminine figure and she spelled her ink and captured wise pieces! Moments that were sheer poisonous yet appealing. When I went to Minnesota to meet up with my friend Danny L’amour. Through our conversations, I developed such a conversation that realistically she enveloped the writing I wrote. In our depth of sentences, she revealed her essence. I realized while talking to her – she was the woman eye saw while writing this. That had never happened before to me on that level, I was actually meeting the unknown, and it was such a powerful piercing of wonder!
The imagery of soft pastels you cast send a burning reaction down my veins.
Such excitement which is a foretaste of pleasurable manifestations of serene divinity.
With my eyes; I have begun to taste your insight into what dances before you.
In this particular frame, I marvel at the cognitive renaissance your composition lies.
My questions vanish as I allow your continual charm to answer my begging wonders.
Will you stroke me, as you, stroke the brush that highlights into your clouds?
The journey begins at where my thoughts pass before your sketch.
Have you made up the coloring of your distant abbreviations?
Nearly the shadow of your focus arises over your construction.
Blistering levels of venom intoxicate me by the embrace of your wise sketch.
Thank YOU, for being the muse and for being among the wisest sketches. Your artwork is still embedded within me. I am examining the silence you translated to me. I truly believe I have sat under your construction. You’re going to see me! You sold me a city, that I am only lengths away from experiencing! This is true, and the colors are within me!