9/9/08_2007_WaterColor5_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
In the evenings
She sits serenely and gazes
Out at the expanding universe,
The clouds blurring, stars shaping
Milky ways and belts and dippers,
Such an intrigue of patterns.
Her skeleton holds her soul-eyes up.
Her brush holds and drips paint.
With paper in lap, she shifts,
Tucks a hair behind her ear,
And records the glorious work,
The tender chaos, the textures unimaginable
Imagined.
2 comments:
Nice. To me, this is about Carol. I can see her tucking the hair behind the ear. "The tender chaos, the textures unimaginable Imagined." I like that. I think we all were intrigued by how her mind worked in creating her paintings and even in how she studied anything...art, kids...
Yes, I was thinking of her sitting on the black cushy couch, gazing up and out the window, or just gazing into her mind, and then painting this painting. Dad always told her he could see multiple universes in her paintings. There's something so intriguing and grand and abstract and yet personal in them.
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