A Stone: One daily observation.
From the studio
A pink light washed in gold
A gentle rain awakens the morning sleeper.
*Note: I glanced to the left and saw the colors of pink and gold announcing the new day. Grabbed my camera and captured the colors through the studio window. If you look closely, there are rain drops on the glass.
Sunday Whirl: Wordle #18 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
Texture on the mind of the painter
Color is always my first thought
The first element of my concern
Spinning to the full spectrum
I slouch back
Screw up by face
Survey the work
In the well lighted studio
The surface is cleansed
Of any rough texture
Like granite or other stone
The paint is as smooth as a second skin
Like the skin found on my Grandmother’s arm
Just above the elbow
Perhaps in the revolution
I will leave color behind
I will seek texture
Among the ash and ruin
Nothing will be wasted
Hair and bone
Marble dust and gel
All the tricks to accomplish cracks
Even the cheap ones
*Note: I have been thinking of writing about texture as it appears in my work for dVerse. I will post this write to dVerse, too.