I stared this morning,
at pencil marks and brushstrokes,
marvelled.
Each blank piece of canvas,
takes on a life with the simple touch of
paint.
Perfect.
The artist creates a character,
gives it an identity.
An artist is the father,
his work is the child.
Wonderful.
How the rainbow of colors,
changed into pure emotion.
Beautiful.
Thanks to the artist and pure imagination.