Poetry and painting
- Fleur Thesmar
- Mar 14
- 1 min read
I am continuing this new process of mine… using verbal anchors to paint, while keeping a neutral state of mind.
The poetry reads:
« It’s not only the sleet.
It’s the earth: it’s full of memories.
A mist of words sticks to my skin.
I miss you, seeing you everywhere »



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