Ideas swirl, eddy, billow.
They surge. They seethe
in and out of
the closets,
the drawers,
the shelves
of my mind.
My imagination plays with me.
Could I? Can I?
I move to my studio,
surrounded by paper and canvas,
palette and easel, brushes and paints.
Burnt umber.
Wild violet.
Alizaron crimson and cerulean blue.
Could I? Can I?
Will I?
1 comment:
OMG-These are exquisite some of the most incredible work.....now I hat you
xx
M
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