An Artist's Legacy
Threads of waxy turpentine
woven 'cross the spans of time
Tossed away from art's 'amen'
only to be bruised again
Horse hair brushes dipped to shine
silk in oil, cleansed divine
Soaked in ochre, touched to white
canvas breathes an ochre sigh
From clean palette worlds ignite
Straw reflections, sharp delight
Portraits posed and shadows drawn
leaving art to speak alone
Turpentine on air dried skin
painted with a hue of sin
Signed then dated, frame: a must
woven colors, blood and rust.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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