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Just like passing territory you never see again. Mountains shrouded in mist, clouds gathered thickly, hanging low on the horizon. Beneath the mountains trees sway, quite unaware of the storm brewing overhead. Rice fields catch the glint of the little sunlight remaining and sparkle.
All this the inspiration for a painting, and I want to capture it because I may never see it again.
So like life. I have a roomful of memories frozen in paintings in my minds eye. Some bright, happy scenes that I simile to review, a calm brook, sunshine and laughter, songs and peace. Some of darker tones, ominous grey clouds, cold wind blowing, tears.
But all these pictures coincide. In all I can recognize the touch of the Master Painter. He mixes the tints and shades with skill. He knows when it’s time to splash color, and time for monochrome. A time to laugh, a time to cry. A time to be born and a time to die.
4 comments:
You paint?
wonderful!! just splendid!! I love your style of writing......we should start some sort of thing where I take the pictures and you do an awesome explanation....such a good writer
Aww...thanks dearest. Yeah, you may have noticed my selection of pics wasn't that hot...mostly whatever struck my fancy on flickr. I'd love for you to take those pics.
And Nina...no, sadly i do not paint. dont know why i wrote that. Just sort of fit...should have said sketched.
Nah, it just sounded like a painter's prose - I don't think it should hv talked about sketching just 'cuz u don't paint (yet - u can if u want, u know); it was beautiful & inspirational just the same.
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