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Watercolors


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

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