KEN'S GALLERY

   Still in progress.   What lies beneath each veiled trace?   A longing heart, an empty space.   In every pause, a breath of doubt,   The beauty lies in what’s left out.   .  

                   In shadowed strokes, the colors blend,                        A canvas whispers, but has no end.                          Fragments dance in twilight’s hue,   Each line a question, each shape a clue.   . .

                 Working on something new wait for it.

            Working on something new wait for it.