Impressions of Cezanne

The light's remembering is just reflection of its boistrous birth-- each pastel plain laid down recalls an echo moment and a liquid sun at play, for with his brush he sculpts the earth anew and sets the theme's array. His view is of the time, the friends, the gardens in their softness taking memory as dialogue within the mind, creating that which may not fade away. Each yesterday returns to lay its twilight down again and on the soundless streets of town in endless signature the purple rain is falling. ~