High on my tip toes I see you from a different angle Sour notes create a disharmony Outlined in black Mutterings fill my head Switching between unknown planes Head my way Its what we needed My skull stretches like elastic Relax with me Waiting for the transformation But the ball is in my court A temporary lobotomy rearranges my thoughts Changing the patterns of today In enters the creator No noise for me Sound fractures into unwanted puzzles
by Sam Freek
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Break Out - Contemporary Abstract Digital Painting
Break Out - Abstract Wall Art by Sam Freek
Hello World! How are we today? I have just come back from a chiropractor session and ooo it was worth it. I feel like the tin man on The Wizard of Oz after he has been oiled. Worth every penny are chiropractors :-). Anyway, here is a new contemporary abstract artwork that I have been working on, it multi-coloured and was digitally painted by myself on the old computer. How can you digitally paint? I pretend to hear you say? Well, I have some software that allows me to paint like a painter on my computer using a magic pen (which I pretend is a brush), this digital painting is then giclee printed onto high quality cotton canvas (400gsm) before being hand mounted and wrapped around 1.5 inch stretcher bars creating an amazing piece of canvas art. Premium bars are used on 59.06" x 47.24" (1500mm x 1200mm) artworks, they are a more robust stretcher bar and are used to prevent warping of the frame on larger artworks. A fine layer of varnish is also applied to the canvas art print which helps to protect and also enhances the colours in the artwork.
All my artwork on my website (www.didgiwidgi.co.uk) can be delivered very safely and fully tracked anywhere in the world, so if you would like a price for delivery please feel free to contact me, Sam Freek - The Artist.
I think I would like to finish off this blog post with a poem.
Didin't Fit - A poem by Sam Freek
Raw anger came It was a coat that didn't fit A second skin crawled I entertained and provided The make up was never quite right
She cries on Sunday Failed at the cattle market Pretending to be a holy fruit We all know about the odd one Who loves to hate you
Phone rings twice and stops You speak without moving your lips Brunch is filled with damaged sounds Salad days are unbridled and trash the place The aftermath can be seen on social media
Who's in it for the long haul? The results are made up of course I could never reach you on the horizon The darlings are not influential anymore You said you would never go to Iceland
A twelve hour fast for the disposition Turning everything into an argument Your talents are drying up Harmony is no longer a resident The seasoned arid tart has left the building by Sam Freek
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Make up your own reality Have you met my father Blinked and he wondered off around the bend Haven't seen much in this mind trip
Plant eating machine arrives late Rain drenched maniac with yellow hair Bleached jeans torn with age She wore her daughters jacket for days
I swallowed away time Fed the bird some leftovers The one tooth slipped into the middle of his kisser Prolonging life with nothing to fill it with
This has nothing to do with the weather Go turn into 666 or 212 Relax and enjoy the world premiere You couldn't be further from the truth
Craving the oceans locks Keeping still is no fun at all Society exerts words into your mind Backing up against the wall is such a cliche
Sell my data and put me in a box The internet is like one long billboard Everyone thinks they are right The egg timer is 20 seconds early
Trying to remember a film from an early memory You're not quite needy enough so we can't help you The sun will shine straight through your head Its not open for discussion
Raise your game for the Wednesday cake Club by Sam Freek
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