freedom is another word for delivery
Drizzles of pretty paint-store colours left Norman Rockwell to wonder whether there is a picture in there, somewhere.
And maybe he could see from the right angle what was so far obtuse, tangled in his mind of traditional symbols, where a brief case was business and a rolling pin or knowing smile said come share with me, sit a while we let punctuation guide oral pause because form alone is not content, the message on its own is the intent and freedom achieved by its delivery, like making a house on firm foundation not calling a brick pile emancipation, although it is interesting with all those mingling colours and shapes in there.
But where the artist lives is made elsewhere.
