Solisticity

first the wash from light white blue down to brown That ugly brown from mixing all those colors and only at the very base of it to lower the horizon and expand the vastness of the vista Then the slashing scimitar of curve with endings in infinity Twisting the edges through clouds to show the torn tearing droplets Then smooth in the white to capture light reflected in the shadowed spectral essences revealed possibly in a second glance morphing into coils of twisted mist He blinks and rubs a wrist across his eyes Brush held in suspense above the waiting canvas Searching through his caves of creativity with a burning need to light the walls aflame Why not a curving canvas with folds and waves of verticality There is no rule to keep this two dimensional a moving light source could turn this yet again