melissaahowells
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who made color
miraculous color its multitude of intensities its many shades the bruises of hue does it take an artist's eye to appreciate their finer subtleties their nuances flow through filaments of light and dark flicker and shadow which shine and shimmer through watercolors are stained glass windows to my soul places in my heart that overlap onto the absorbant paper the pigments seep in an environment where happy accidents always improve the whole instead of make it grim how could there not be bliss small children paint with rich tempura a thick opaqueness pure color with no light pushing through but I prefer the waves of watercolors where colors ripple over one another changing one another altering neighbor with its touch and in creating this creating new possibilities, so much with each new color the other one runs away into a new divineness of imperfection the movement of my hands become a kinetic river flowing whenever my brush moves the paint moves effortlessly how watercolors soothe Copyright July 16, 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Writer/Artist Meloo/Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World All ideas, art, poetry, prose, rants are the legal property of Melissa A Howells. thank you for reading. thank you for the renewed muse of painting. For you Artists, don't ever sell yourself cheap. I have continued painting. I get up nearly A.M. with my diabetic cat Ghuey and paint. It is my new best form of meditation. Ghuey watches his squirrel friend, I feed him his special diet, give him his insulin, love him up, drink my iced coffee with soy and enjoy my painting. It is our time. May 13, 2016 7:17 am PST. Melissa A Howells LEGAL COPYRIGHT TO THIS WORK/SITE TITLE Vote for this poem |
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