Gabriel Pionkowski
Painting
A salute,
Of a thing to itself,
Itself an other. There is nothing behind the surface,
Only the surface behind itself,
Itself behind the surface. Oh, so many movements,
Of the surface,
Of the surface.
Of a thing to itself,
Itself an other. There is nothing behind the surface,
Only the surface behind itself,
Itself behind the surface. Oh, so many movements,
Of the surface,
Of the surface.