Seeing the framework of art, is of the eyes who is truly looking
We often see the context of lining as we expect
To only touch upon its surface
As the colors evade , sculptors of a fine tuned hand
Whispers cast of grey shadows
Some may see the blending colors of true art form of nature
When man can only see the grey, an*lyze rather than feel the present color
fold I quickly fold away the bristles
of my paintbrush drawing the fine lining of what is truly to be seen
Having courage to continue, to paint in all I see
Refusing to blacken my canvas with alters of grey
Wanting to bring out the colors in all. Without thought of colors running together.
Colliding into a mixture of dark dismal impressions of the true art of color
So we may all enjoy the blue of softness, the kind we want to leap to on a spring day
A sky so pretty, so blue, it had to be painted
from the framework of art for those who can truly see...