Poetic Landscapes

What d’you mean, what? Landscape? C’mon now, I had that cup too once, drawing class, crooked lines, warm days… and now I’m standing here thinking: huh, one thing grows outta the next, suddenly it’s done. Over there, kinda funny, nicely done, steady hand, clear head.

Landscapes? Nah, just tennis rackets, roller skates, flashback Rainer, downhill… I’d love to be young again, but hey, got visitors waiting. Lost in my own pictures, stuck between strangers, time’s running, imagination’s on fire. Somewhere between gallery and the past… gotta go.