
Folks,
With a heart rolling on canvas grass
And a history-fed, steroidal head
Prone to jumping over the fence,
I gratefully accept fate’s ordinance…
To compositional principles rethink,
To make light, sky, sea and natural elements
With human and cultural dimensions blend,
Explode or morph in a sculptural or patterned sense.
‘Intriguing no end’ says professor emeritus, now friend.
Amitabh
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