Unfinished Mortals

We ARE……. Nothing but Unfinished mortals…. Sketchy, Hazy, Indistinct, Unkempt Portraits------- Yet we are unruly, fiercely independent and dangerous beauties, no longer under the Holy Scepter of the Painter. Thoughts shaped and shaping thoughts, Ideas that build and Ideas that kill, no longer owned and created but Colors and Hues, some meticulously added----some splashed across….out of the Painter’s Hand, the scepter snatched by the Painting. Who was the subject of the portrait, the painted? ------ On whose image did the mortals get this Life? -----Rebellion of the created…. The Painting persists….the Painter in oblivion, the created creates in His own Image------ colors washed-----Re-splashed. THE PAINTING persists---unfinished mortals multiplying Own Image-------