Conversations willed into existence, together out and about,
Dreams planted and harvested, reaped and sown into abstractions
Thought and inspiration, to be found on a late Thursday afternoon swimming in a glass of dark, sweet red wine
and in drifting across the evening breeze, a more than the distant hint of music, but it is still more than enough to dance and to keep us dancing until we collapse down on to the floor, even though we were finally done.
The hardest part, which starts, let's say tomorrow.
Simple color awash across the ground as the wheel of fortune spins, parlay up that bet, double or nothing for your soul and nothing to hold on to but each other and this mini-catalog of Emil West's newest creations.
Spread over your closed eyes, as the next painting awaits you, right now.
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