brett whiteley
< 2005-09-19 - 12:24 p.m. >

to swim, to trample the grass, to hunt, and above all to smoke;
to drink liquors strong as boiling metal, like my dear ancetors around the fires.
somebody asked him once if he was rich
and he said "i dunno, but i am valuable."

to paint is to breathe
to art is to be so free
to laugh is to live
and the match carries your flame

the lords eyes reflecting his one-of-a-kind creation
the air that is your mind on a pedestal in central eastern new south wales.
canvas on walls, in frames with lights
makes me want our hands to meet,
maybe our wings will soon.

to paint is to breathe
to art is to be so free
to laugh is to live
and the match carries your flame

i asked him once if he was rich and he said
"i dunno, but i am valuable"

to draw was to breathe
to art was to feel so free
to laugh was to live
and now the match is burnt out

written by gavin brice
(originally written 15/09/05)