I lay myself bare on raw canvas
obsessed with the glare, reflection
a void I feel but can only capture
with a glide of brush dipped in umber
yesterdays colliding with a tepid future
©04/25/2020
Unfinished …
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
I lay myself bare on raw canvas
obsessed with the glare, reflection
a void I feel but can only capture
with a glide of brush dipped in umber
yesterdays colliding with a tepid future
©04/25/2020
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Great colors in the painting!
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Smiles. Thank you. I haven’t a clue what I am doing, but I find a strange sense of peace while painting. I may fill up the dumpster with colorful canvases in the process of learning, though!!
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Love this moving poem and the painting. It is soothing and distracting To just paint. Love your colors!
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Thank you, Holly!! Those are my base colors but you will see very little of them in my actual finished painting — I think. LOL
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They are pretty , I love earth colors.
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colliding is what its all about, emotions, feelings and thoughts through paint and words.
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