Artwork by Natia Zarandia

I used to paint
with syllables, vibrations and waves of air
Lips like disheveled, worn brushes
Smiles like violent strokes of pigment
Frowns like small droplets of water
Sighs and yawns, long stretches of grey.
I used to paint images
not meant for seeing eyes, but listening ears
Even though I was nothing but a color blind surrounded by technicolor.

I used to sing
with my whole body like a shifting instrument
Valves like pumping drums
Fingers like cymbals and hips like the round shapes of a violin
and a decadent bass strumming relentlessly in the nape of my neck.
I used to sing
when all I wanted was a pair of skillful hands to find notes and rhythms on my skin
And sweep under the carpet the dissonance
of the images I paint.

—

Poem by Simona I.

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