The Sea of My Mothers

I usually accompany each painting with a poem I have written myself. The Sea of My Mothers A dream, a guarantee of the unreal. A mere, watchful abstraction. A non-physical state. Embedded from cell to cell, An ancestral passage, surely transcendental! Ashamed anger. Abandoned longing. Streams of sadness, Of... Affluences. In the sea of joys, The breaking of rules. I dream of time’s ostentation. 2001