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Is That Sawdust On the Pirate Ship

We love to paint, my muse and I. It does not matter what – walls, doors, furniture, bricks. Canvas painting is especially satisfying. Drawing weird stuff is relaxing and pleasant, but here is where it gets freaky fun. Adding the colors. We LOVE adding color, the brighter and bolder the better. Our happy, cheerful color play puts us over the edge of intense happiness. Yesterday I thought I was painting a blonde girl, I had blonde in my head for hours. Pouf! I reached for the orange, and she ended up becoming a vibrant redhead, and it felt perfect. I was as surprised as the painting; it is always a jolt of joy and expectation when I add the color. As I throw paints together on a canvas, I watch an amazing unfolding of unbridled creativity. I am instantly and thoroughly delighted and honored by my artistic muse’s artistic art play. She throws odd things like gears, sawdust, pebbles, crunched up leaves, and glitter onto my canvases. Oftentimes items get thrown onto the canvas and glued before I realize what she is doing. An artist friend of mine once asked me, “Is that sawdust on the pirate ship?” I admitted that it was. How did that happen? He asked, genuinely surprised. Easy, I told him. We were Walking through the garage, and we saw it, Grabbed a jar, collected it, and later glued it onto the Canvas when we needed that color. Samantha, my whacky, zany muse, is one sassy and confident artist. I readily follow her lead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 6/24/2018 6:13:00 AM
A fave for me! You’re on fire, poetess!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/25/2018 6:54:00 AM
Thank you,Kim. I have decided to try and write at least three poems a day. When my painting takes over, it gets so intense I forget to come up for air.

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