a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Sunday Whirl...Art?

Stained
After the hunt
The skill
The thrill
Unfolds again
In my memory

With shallow mind
Hallowed space
Centers me
To dabble
With paint
And reflection

Whacked
Blasts
Of color
Painted image
Revealing
Nothing
by me

11 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

pretty darn creative - both the poem and painting. :)

Sketching with Dogs said...

Lovely abstract Gail, those flashes of vivid lime green really make it pop.
Lynne x

MadSnapper said...

ok... what I get is you are a little whacky, you love blasts of color, you went hunting some time in your life, and dabbling in paint centers you... plus you know someone named ME....

DeniseinVA said...

Very creative post Gail :) I enjoyed it, thank you.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Looks like a view on your farm. I can even see the horses.

Lynne said...

I love people who create . . .
And you do so with word and art!
Good and Great . . .

Liza said...

How cool to paint a poem.

Jae Rose said...

Perhaps when we think we are revealing nothing it really is the opposite! Great word and paint splash...

Coloring Outside the Lines said...

Says it all in paint!

DesertHen said...

I see plenty in that painting!

Susan Anderson said...

You really do use color well. That's what struck me with your other work, too.

=)

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