A lone figure
Armed to create
Heading to a nebulous copse
There's no menace
I exhale
No infections
Except the atavistic influence
That flows through my veins
Cranberry pastel
Bony fingers paint
I came to create
With canvas and brush in hand
I step through the door
That births art
Dipping my brush in Ichor
I paint
4 comments:
I think you Jumped In just fine . . .
Some of those words . . . wow . . .
my comment disapeared I think... i would have to look up many of the words you used to be able to use them. you can write and paint, multy talented. i can't remember what the heck i said in the other comment.
Lovely painting in words that expresses that disconnect between the moment of creation and the world.
Awww thank you Gail I am so glad you are enjoying the prompts at MLMM we love having you =)
No infections
Except the atavistic influence
That flows through my veins
Brilliant my favorite lines in this wow
Love your painting!
mindlovemisery
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