IMPROVISATIONS#147
KLAUS FUSSMANN ART

Flashing art  runs without
  the lines which cannot be denied
by the splashing pools of color
     intensively in perspective
 enveloping us in shaping
   surroundings in mobility
  of the depth of your paintings
    sinking into our consciousness
     the only apt reflection of things
 from our sinking down
or looking up in invective
signs and signatures
at the withdrawn or sanguine
   happenings would be
on tour in your hemisphere
of transfixed emotion
from cultural miniatures
   to always return to view
your gravity
   in a rare  clowning atmosphere
beyond an absconded variety
of  blond, black and blue
      structures and surface
by a water dropped kingdom
of landscaped absorbing us
as if we are starfish
coming to the surface from
under your water colrs
 of fins and sharks
in a blank bonded Kultur
from your wet canvas
hiding out in your presence.