I swear that the only place I have ever seen the color of this sky before tonight was on a gallery wall on canvas. No birds, no planes, just a super natural view that enhances whatever this is. Whatever that means.
Sometimes we have to paint the scene differently than we want it to be because of establishing commercial viability.
So if I drop dead of the middle of this because it’s all too much to take, tell my mother that I died with a smile painted on my face. My frown wasn’t upside down, I had finally learned how to be genuinely happy. Whatever that means. Tell her that for me.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
