Give me Colors !
Prints | FB | Soundcloud | Insta | Twitter | G+ | Blog | © Ben Heine
Buy prints, canvases and posters of this artwork HERE.
Grey man screaming colors... This is something I wanted to do before starting my next big project (Johnny Depp's portrait). It is made with several hundreds circles on a black background.
The original version of this image is huge (14 000 pixels wide, 300 dpi).
For more info about my projects, contact: info@benheine.com
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Give Me Colors
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Give me colors all to see
Always extra and some more
Shades of tomorrows to be
Another view of earth´s contour
Not empty handed to go on
Just the dreams a la mode
Because ways shall be gone
In their own of oldness load
Give colors like the sunshine
In the darkness of the deep
I will draw a desired line
For the hours those to keep
Where fate lies in its future
With all its opening new way
Meet the opportunities moocher
As he comes here to play
Give me colors to paint true
Where the walls are currently
Shadings there I shall all do
Let the walls its colors see
Touching stones with pencil bright
Of every day in newer shade
Sketch of freedom’s morning bright!
With the hands - free will has made
Give me Colors !
Prints | FB | Soundcloud | Insta | Twitter | G+ | Blog | © Ben Heine
Buy prints, canvases and posters of this artwork HERE.
Grey man screaming colors... This is something I wanted to do before starting my next big project (Johnny Depp's portrait). It is made with several hundreds circles on a black background.
The original version of this image is huge (14 000 pixels wide, 300 dpi).
For more info about my projects, contact: info@benheine.com
---------------
Give Me Colors
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Give me colors all to see
Always extra and some more
Shades of tomorrows to be
Another view of earth´s contour
Not empty handed to go on
Just the dreams a la mode
Because ways shall be gone
In their own of oldness load
Give colors like the sunshine
In the darkness of the deep
I will draw a desired line
For the hours those to keep
Where fate lies in its future
With all its opening new way
Meet the opportunities moocher
As he comes here to play
Give me colors to paint true
Where the walls are currently
Shadings there I shall all do
Let the walls its colors see
Touching stones with pencil bright
Of every day in newer shade
Sketch of freedom’s morning bright!
With the hands - free will has made