Purity of White

Clouds, cotton balls, a fresh canvas, a crisp page, snow White lives free, with confidence and no apology. Popcorn, whipped cream, milk, cream of wheat She is pure and innocent, fresh, and comfortable I am honored to know her. Freeing herself up from all the problems of the world, White lives her truth, renewing, refreshing, inspiring I reach for her to paint puffed up clouds, It revitalizes my painting, beautiful contrast to the sun. She makes me feel loved and cherished. In the evening I sit in awe of her moon. All knowing, self-assured, watching, enlisting silence. White freshens up everything She has a purity that cannot be duplicated. A combination of all colors, she tugs at my artist heart.