Expression of a Brush

painter’s fingers hold me closely brought me in a wonderful destiny my days wallowed in beautiful colors enjoyed laughters flashes of oil paints each movement so amazing without a doubt guided me in glides on white canvas each sweep and swing took me to a fabulous adventure I asked the canvas where I was brought to while anxiety was appearing I asked palette where was The final stop Dumb is the answer seemed assured to stop all complaints only the owner of the fingers who understands only the the owner of the colors who knows for sure as my confusion was still hanging there without realizing before me has been posted a wonderful work dazzled tired disappeared instantly replaced by pride and awe thank you my gorgeous painter ~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~ 14 April 2013