« And now let’s welcome the New Year,
Full of things that never have been »
— As I paint the night with my screams
Fireworks join me in this peticular choir,
Red flashes illuminating my face —
They’re highlighting the pain
That comes when things end.
Tapes, from the « Souvenirs » painting series, by Okaasan/Nathalie Ferreres, mixed media on canvas, all rights reserved 2023-2024
She noticed the graphite scratching,
The ink flowing ;
Second scretched,
As she lurked
What’s the worth of a life everything keeps passing through?
This cigarette, it’s gonna be gone in a minute or two
I’m thinking of my relatives and they’re gonna be gone soon
This tea I’m drinking, I’ll forget aout it too
There were no more step to take
She wished she had thought about it sooner
She would have taken more of them, she thought
There were no last breath to take
Warmth is that spark,
That paints in black,
The ghostly surface,
Heating my solace.
(suite…)
