My Mother Paints Pretty Pictures

I lke Jazz, but I am no musician. I see the world in bits and pieces, "Stacatto", with some high notes thrown in. Colors are a passion, But how to mix them to make it real, eludes me. Purple skies and orange moons resonate. I like the spaces between things,. The undiscovered terrains, are the most familar to me. I'm at home there, In between. I admire the measured canvasses my mother paints. The boundaries are tight and well-kept. . She has a way of improving on the real, And makes the rawness go away.