As I walk past the sea shore, waves come and go. They tell me stories of far coasts and sing to me their song. We share one thing in common. We'r both travelers. Sometimes they dance to my tune, sometimes I sway to theirs. There is peace as well as chaos in our interactions. Impressions are what are left behind for me to treasure and cherish. This page gives you a peek into my impressions.
Monday, May 24, 2010
STUCK on the paper
Snow and more of it, truly makes an admirable piece to paint. But just as the disproportionate red bench stands out in this painting, so do my thoughts. Sometimes I get stuck at something. And though in relative terms that thing might seem pretty small; when pondered over it comes across as a huge stationary object that is unavoidable. Call it an artist's week-link but a static thought can disrupt a well laid out picture.
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