Pain Painter
Black paint doesnāt mix well. It canāt be seen in the dark.
What do you see when you gaze into the dark? The unknown because you never lived it, the scary because you fear it.
You cannot see through it, you will be blinded by the opaqueness, lost within your journey, clouded by shade and burdened by its weight.
You donāt have to carry it, look at it, or feed it. The dark exists. Close your doors, shut your windows.
āUnrefinedā, ādirtyā, they use animalistic language because barbarity is their way. A fierce rebuttal to any Black diamond, Black flower, youāll be met with poison and the decayed minds of the lost.
To rewrite the history was a loss, but the painter who lives in the dark remains shackled to make the same art. They put them in a cell and gave them one color to brush with: white paint on white canvas.
āUnrefinedā, ādirtyā, they use animalistic language because barbarity is their way. A fierce rebuttal to any Black diamond, Black flower, youāll be met with poison and the decayed minds of the lost.
To rewrite the history was a loss, but the painter who lives in the dark remains shackled to make the same art. They put them in a cell and gave them one color to brush with: white paint on white canvas.
Brushing with Black is dangerous.
Because white paint in the darkness is hope that they will be seen. But white paint on white canvasses, it would seem nothing is there.
So the painter dips into their arms, drawing blood from their spirit. And while the image made is beautiful, it shreds the soul, twists it and distorts its reality.
So the painter dips into their arms, drawing blood from their spirit. And while the image made is beautiful, it shreds the soul, twists it and distorts its reality.
Stuck between having no voice and being too loud, navigating through the dark can be treacherous. It seems that the paths through the darkness become dangerous because white was mistook for light.
Black mistook for dark.
Those who traverse the dark were born into it. Those who paint draw their ink from where they come.
They say to those who absorb light to paint in the darkness. To use white paint to be seen.
But if white paint is all that was given, white canvasses the only frame, one must give up flesh and bone.
Still, even then, what is painted isnāt palpable to their audience. Although they brought the darkness themselves, they will be quick to tell them they feel their pain.
A pain painter.
A pain painter.
