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Oh Master, to look at this , is to hear you're predictions of Doom storms that loom, go storms come not so well, from hell, the storms in Fractal Land whose Fractal power transition from rings, tolls bells of fear, forecaster Death near, so powerful mighty New York City falls as the water crawls throughout her, flooding her streets paved with gold, washing away her sweets, and all that moves in her, moves no more, as the planes, trains and buses hide in your picture, not one is Seen!

Stop and look at the New York City sky scrapers in your picture, as the windows of the towers sway, braking windows and bricks fall on the streets devoid of the races of the faces of people seeking desperately shelter as the storm melts her city once pretty!

Stop its life in its tracks,

as the trains turn back,



B U to shaman showman what is coming, a different animal this storm fractally practically a visual omen, look at the dark stormy blue do you Cindy storms brew, oh mighty Master you put it all together on the darkside of the force in the your painting of death called :






Well, done MASTER! But this year is not done MASTER! There are other black surprises due soon, before it ends! DO More!


Diagnosis Critéria : Compositionality  : balanced : Light construct : behind the building on the right, a puffy sizzling white cloud of hope tinged with sunny orange, juxtaposed agains a dark gooy bluey, but, behold, see it there in the sky, to the extreme right an ominous black cloud is seen, whispering," sorry no can do, good bye to life for you," see the ghost trails of the rain falling on the streets of the city ain't pretty, the raindrops streaks falling from the top of your picture frame down they fall at high gear speeds from the rear to the front left hitting the sidewalks like crime: Data : We love how you let us see the storm named Cindy Windy far off in the dead center of the picture, as she violently shuffles life filling it with strife!

Oh mighty Master, your mind shows through your paintings the future!

What we like in this painting of yours, is the high flying drama of the pictoriality's Geometrousities as they are inclined tilting toward each other in the center, conforming to your psychological preferred bias for the [ V ] shaped motif, that permeates so many of your Artistic Space Techno Pieces!
It appears the [ V ] compositionality is your subconscious minds favorite, The mark of so many of your great works contain the [ V ]



 



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