Today Victoria's turn to suggest a prompt - we are writing about what form of art we are especially drawn to, engage or dapple in besides writing poetry. Check out what others say over at:
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If drawing is the more formal approach to sketching,then I am somewhere in between -
and when I add paint, watercolors speak to me
I whirl the color wheel around, become embedded in its sea,
riding a transparent wave,
collapsing into a pool where I swim
in every color, shades that gently push and pull nudging against each other, blending,
never really coming to a stop - except when dry
Clear water cascading mixes with earth's origins, minerals and clay
collapsing into a pool where I swim
in every color, shades that gently push and pull nudging against each other, blending,
never really coming to a stop - except when dry
Clear water cascading mixes with earth's origins, minerals and clay
I am in awe of watercolor's ancient tapestry,
humbled by its beginnings -
mpressionistic, picturesque landscape paintings
by Turner, Fielding, and Collier
to paintings by Sargent, Hassam and Homer -
all fine hands, with a passion to explore,
desire to share their perceptions of their world
I've learned to focus in on my world,
gained a higher degree of fulfillment
Like writing, sculpting or designing,
the action soothes the soul,
more important than excelling
Brushes of sable I have not tried;
I do like the natural squirrel
the action soothes the soul,
more important than excelling
Brushes of sable I have not tried;
I do like the natural squirrel
How you hold or tilt the brush determines what emerges,
like putting one's hand on the Ouija board
Guided by the breadth and depth of one's own heart;
it finds it's way through my veins, hands, to paper
Pleasing to the senses, like transferring an image with
the touch of a butterfly's lightness of being or
a hummingbird's touching down for an instant,
on my hand, to leave tiny footprints
like putting one's hand on the Ouija board
Guided by the breadth and depth of one's own heart;
it finds it's way through my veins, hands, to paper
Pleasing to the senses, like transferring an image with
the touch of a butterfly's lightness of being or
a hummingbird's touching down for an instant,
on my hand, to leave tiny footprints
I've learned to not dominate it, let it happen,
for the welcome surprise of what develops
For poetic's sake there are new labels for colors -
not as true as indigo or raw umber, yellow ochre
There is quinacridone rose, sap green,
opalescent white - for stirring the imagination;
or perhaps a certain turn of phrase sends
a more precise intuitive connection
Texture of watercolor paints is lighter than butter,
smoother than honey, can be glazed or granulated;
pigments are suspended, cool and warm hues,
like a rainbow upon a white cloud
There are secrets in the layers,
a tale in signature tones, or between the lines
is a work of art, a masterpiece
For poetic's sake there are new labels for colors -
not as true as indigo or raw umber, yellow ochre
There is quinacridone rose, sap green,
opalescent white - for stirring the imagination;
or perhaps a certain turn of phrase sends
a more precise intuitive connection
Texture of watercolor paints is lighter than butter,
smoother than honey, can be glazed or granulated;
pigments are suspended, cool and warm hues,
like a rainbow upon a white cloud
There are secrets in the layers,
a tale in signature tones, or between the lines
Whether it's pain I've forgotten, fondness of things
remembered, the ultimate anguish or joy,
it's all broken down
Instead of finger painting like a child,
one finally puts things in their right place
No underlying science to drawing
or painting a fantasy, reality, or telling a story;
it's like walking on a divinely empowered
landscape of color
Whatever gift we have, natural or otherwise,
it is up to each of us to find it
Forget trivial things, align your whole being;
only treasures of truth can set you free;
you will see where God resides
in the phenomena of this beautiful life
Thank goodness now, no one decides
what label to put on art you create..
remembered, the ultimate anguish or joy,
it's all broken down
Instead of finger painting like a child,
one finally puts things in their right place
No underlying science to drawing
or painting a fantasy, reality, or telling a story;
it's like walking on a divinely empowered
landscape of color
Whatever gift we have, natural or otherwise,
it is up to each of us to find it
Forget trivial things, align your whole being;
only treasures of truth can set you free;
you will see where God resides
in the phenomena of this beautiful life
Thank goodness now, no one decides
what label to put on art you create..
respond to the force in you that compels
expression, reveals your compassion, inner beauty
Anything can be a work of art - song, music,
any creative release
expression, reveals your compassion, inner beauty
Anything can be a work of art - song, music,
any creative release
Let your own true colors shine
your unique version of the world, for life itselfis a work of art, a masterpiece
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