A touch of Venetian red next to cobalt blue beside a bold stroke of chartreuse green with burnt sienna rounding out the scene - a moment of moments. The artist’s vision captured in time and space by watercolors, holders of truth. Every stroke defining the artist, transforming the future. Not one can be taken back, once applied. Absorbed, it blends itself into the present of shadows and light. It is neutral and pure this moment and, it lasts forever.
Hi, Earlgreytea, Trurorob, jazzy75, agoodguy2have, boyshchrm6, and paloma66.
Thank you for viewing my poem and for your kind words. I am pleased that you enjoyed it. I have tried my hand (so far, unsuccessfully) at water color. I do think of life very much like that medium where once it's there, it's there. Now, to make it into a pretty picture!
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rob
Thank you for viewing my poem and for your kind words. I am pleased that you enjoyed it. I have tried my hand (so far, unsuccessfully) at water color. I do think of life very much like that medium where once it's there, it's there. Now, to make it into a pretty picture!