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 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.
Passion Flower Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers
Simple and elegant.
A ballerina twirling on a stage.
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brush strokes of blue and gray
to fill in the puffy clouds.
Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Each wave swell of purest white
rises from the depths of dark blue.
My fingers reach for the canvas.
My eyes travel to the brushes.
I shake my head.
No painting is needed.
No copy will diminish the essence
of a perfect summer day at the shore.
Source:averymerrylittlechristmas
SNOWFLAKES
Each unique.
No two alike.
Nature’s creation.
It is art for the world.
Falling softly to earth.
Showing off mid-air.
A little sparkle.
A little shine.
A place of fantasy there must be,
where blues and green merge in the deep sea.
Clouds create formations into works of art,
resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.
I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
the rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.
The sand is soft beneath my feet,
warming my body with its heat.
Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
we’re sure to have fun till the day is done.
AN ARTIST’S PALETTE
Nature leaves an artist’s imprint
on all that it reaches.
Waves of the ocean can appear
in the coldest reaches.
Nature’s colorful palette
extends from the sky to beaches.
We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,
but we must listen to what it teaches.
