I knew three painters
one changed her style and went from dream catchers
to white cottages
beaten by silt
on isolated
cliffs edge
…
the second
copied everything she saw
without an original idea
ended up
breaking her horse hair brushes on
the flint of her rage against the world
…
and the third
she painted me
with her mouth
and I
sung
like a bird
released from cage
in indigo, violet
vermillion and scarlet
The third was the most perceptive of the the three.
wow- beautiful
So beautiful, love.
Wonderfully personal!
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TheFeatheredSleep – There is art, and then there is ART.
Hahaha!!! I love this answer!!!
Thank you beautiful friend! 💓
🙂
Beautiful
Yes!!!
I happen to agree with bobcabkings 🙂
Stunningly beautiful
Beautiful.
Beautiful, Candice!
Lovely colours at the end…always a sucker for decadent colours.
Imaginative…