I feel lost and confused. I feel dizzy and unsure. My mind is pulled in opposite directions. What do I want? I want to create. Throw paint on a wall. Write books. Compose poetry. I want to create. |
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THE PIECES
Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou
The eyes,
nose,
mouth,
and ears,
don’t match.
They need a purpose
to hold them together.
They need a soul.
A PERFECT SUMMER DAY
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brushstrokes of blue and gray
to outline the puffy clouds.
Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Swells of purest white
will rise from the blue depths.
As my fingers reach for the canvas,
my gaze travels to the brushes,
and I shake my head.
No painting is needed
to capture the perfect day.
I stare around me
at nature’s perfect handiwork.
LET THE MAGIC FLOW
Source: night-man.com
Let the colors splatter and merge.
No need to mourn the mess.
Magic flows from the artist’s hand.
Beauty to soothe one’s stress.
COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION
COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION
A more perfect picture there cannot be.
Bright colors as far as the eye could see.
Blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and green.
A frame is needed for this gorgeous scene.
If I could walk into this masterpiece,
My life would be so calming and at peace.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
The mind is complex.
It stores information.
It reasons.
It’s also creative.
I see a butterfly and its shadow.
What do you see?
WHAT COMES TO MIND?
Colors.
Blues.
Pinks.
Light.
Movement.
Paint.
Strokes.
Lines.
What else comes to mind?
Art.
TO BE ME
Archan Nair – New Illustration titled “ Hue “
I feel lost and confused.
I feel dizzy and unsure.
My mind is pulled
in opposite directions.
What do I want?
I want to create.
Throw paint on a wall.
Write books.
Compose poetry.
I want to create.
STARRY NIGHT
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Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.
The night walks on tiptoes,
not wanting to wake the sleeping.
The water shimmers in silence
beneath the starry sky.
In the distance, lights flicker
from boats and buildings.
We walk the shore
in the hazy mist of lights.
Lights to comfort the weary
who can’t lay their heads to sleep.
We will walk until the dark blue
turns orange and yellow with sunrise.
Until the streets fill with others
on their way to begin their day.
Gone is the starry night
where silence hides hideous sins.
Time to retreat until the starry night
returns once more.
DANCE, PRETTY FLOWER
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DANCE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
Passion Flower Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers
Simple and elegant.
A ballerina twirling on a stage.
SUSANNE LEIST 