The Artist

Who my favorite artist is, you ask me, you will find his canvases in my archive. The framed landscape of the auburn meadow, the pathway draped by the sheath of amber leaves. The wooden fence fading away in the horizon, trails the contours of the imagery to the infinity. The sunburst sky shines within the encased silence, absorbed by the ambling clumps of crimson cloud. A lone bird flies at the fringe of the tinged thicket, the wrought wings scaling the sapphire sky. The portraits of many pulsating nameless faces, configure the poignant motif of pain and joy. Female beauty frozen in chromatic format of stillness, dazzles with the hues of the artist’s passion paint. You may ask who the artist is, I would humbly say it’s me. _____________ May 6, 2023 For A Brian Strand Premiere No. 1214 Contest