SEDUCTION WITHOUT WORDS
Passions exposed on
fabric backgrounds.
Canvas surface, enriched hues
lure the mind into a
world of visual attributes,
heightened sensual secrets
masked within each
brushstroke of color.
The easel , on which each
will set until time
for display of ones'
innermost desires commence.
These desires impart a
feeling of warmth upon
the eye of the beholder,
Hence, the moment of truth.
Farewell to a slice
of the Artist's soul.
Hello...new canvas.
I loved this one! It's so beautiful!
HI~ JUST CALL ME FRENCH ULTRAMARINE WITH A DAB OF WHITE,YOU COULD BE MY SAP GREEN CLOSE AND TIGHT TONIGHT .
L&P
You Like to paint? This poem makes me want to go paint. It's awesome!
Johannah
I've always envied and admire those who have (visual) artistic talent...I enjoyed this loving tribute. Once again, your words shimmer with grace.
I loved this image of the artist being seduced by canvas. I have a poem called Seduction posted at authorsden which is about being seduced by a blank sheet of paper. So it looks like we are on the same wavelength there
LINDA,thanks this is beautiful,perfect words from the heart love ya
Linda, This piece is one of my favorites of yours. So much truth in it that folks don't really think about until someone like you brings it up. :) An artist in a park drew my portrait (in pencil) a couple years ago, and I didn't really realize until I read this piece that he was seeing and drawing the real me, how others really see me and putting that on paper in his own style for always and always. That's deep and mind-boggling if you think about it, don't you think?????