Draw a paint.
Grip the knife,
Spread a generous amount of paint on the surface,
as if you were applying cream.
Feel the weight of the paint,
The elasticity of the canvas brings joy to my hands,
It goes beyond the frame and out of it,
oxidizing to become a new edge,
and it will lose its defined creases.
Like a patchwork of buildings and concrete,
It is erected as if it stands on its own.
Reminiscent of a shape or color,
It may look like something.
Just there, the substance of paint is present.
The title is a name for the colors and shapes I see.
Take it as you like, call it as you like.
It is like listening to a song without lyrics,
It is like playing with colors, shapes, and tactile sensations.