The Artist
The Artist
She worked in water colors,
brilliantly mixed and textured.
Bold brush strokes, daubs of
lumpy sunshine, finger tip
illusions. Her palette ablaze
in the passion of youth,
the scintillating shock of
stylistic expressions. The
sheer white. challenge of
her glistening medium.
The always waiting paints,
the gentle hum of the
old motor encouraging
the artist, the joy of
colored fingers and a
refrigerator door.
She worked in water colors.
She was three.
4/19/2014
For Anthony Slausen contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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