Day 38

On the (19th + 1) 20th day and final day of this cycle the poetic goal is:
Go back to the balcony where my inspiration began during this confinement, bring in all the previous goals,
into this dance on paper. The last of this cycle.
- still life +
- poetry
 - ink +
- one people
- charcoal
- collage
- representation
- drawing
- painting +
Spontaneity

Poem on the page :

Overhead,
almost mockingly in their
expanding freedom,
Birds break open the sky to life,
like plant life busts from seeds,
Like my insides during this imposed stillness/crisis,
tracing the air waves knowing no bounds,
only coming up against the protrusions of fear,
sometimes hitting on one just right for a satisfying crumbling collapse.