stars softly gleam,
whispered dream.
studio boxes embrace
unfold,
new journey, voyager at bay,
above,
the high ceiling,
where brushes meet,
red fire extinguish pipes,
watching over the magic,
a protector silent giant
In the still of the night, wide-ranging exchange.
Amidst the Redbox
partitions and rooms of painters, each in their zone,
room of found, made, arranged from thoughts all their own.
making raw art, untamed heart reflecting through unscripted parts,
breathing life, felt, traces of
outside
the
box
