Her Master Pieces

Inside a painting she walks,
many colors gracing her feet, 
many hues surrounding.

Red, green, yellow, blue...
Swishes, swirls, smears...
Of life!

Some strokes unkind- 
many diluted with tears,
but inside a canvas she's free;

To create, again and again.

Reviews

[Gordon Greene]

To immerse oneself so much in art that it becomes a part of us... that is how we truly create.
I believe time and again humans have disappeared inside the alternate reality of words and music; paint and canvas, only to emerge the victor over inner struggles.

Art is God's gift to the restless, hopeless heart and the promise that we can survive. And you, my friend, are an artist.

Gordon

[BrightEyes]

whether an artist paints, writes, sculpts etc. they become lost in their work and the world from which it escapes. It is indeed an escape from reality to a point - also a place where an artist is free to express themselves without inhibition. you've captured that all of that with your beautiful words here.

laura

another piece I missed - I want subscriptions back!

[Steven Williams]

This was fantastic. When I read this it reminded me of a girl I went to high school with. This was her to a "T". I thought it was beautiful and the fact that it elicited a memory for me makes it that much more special. It's always great when I read someone's work and I can connect to it on different levels other than the literary one. You said so much in a few amount of lines. A blank canvas is powerful it gives the power to create and get lost in our imagination. Thanks for helping me remember a good friend, though it probably wasn't your intention...lol.

Great write!

~Stephen

[The Elder Pine]

I think you have captured the soul/ mantra of any painter hear. You seemingly pain with your words creating an image of an artist painting a portrait of soul. Great images, and wonderful picture choice.

[Solst Rapture]

It is impossible for me to explain that I understand. I'd have to, wait, just imagine this:

I am cooking some pasta, listening to Pavarotti. Not because I know much of his music, but because that is my grandiose mood. You (This is fantasy, so let it be) leave to see a women about some Egyptian mummies. As you leave you comment on your master pecies. You mumble something about getting inside the colours TO TRULY Understand. They are the last broken words I here before the door slams. I have pasta on my shirt and the pan is boiling over, hissing like a crazy snake. I am consumed by a mans passion through his music, I think I am an Italian romantic and I swig the dry white wine like there is nothing left on earth. As I gasp with pleasure I look up and see the Orange warming me and the blue cooling me, I am confused, I don't understand. Pavarotti understands, the pasta is frisky and the wine bottle comes with me. Inside the colours, to truly understand-but, but look at it. I see a brush, the pots and I am evaporated by the melodic resonance of the world and the colours pull me a part to the rhythm. The first brush stroke is applied, then the next and the pot is empty, I am saturated with paint, kneeling on the white tiled floor, swigging the wine, ingesting the herbs from the pasta and trying to sit in a void of everything. The floor is my canvass, I am in between musical rhythm, glossed with earthly colour and intoxicated with joy. You walk in and i confess, i still cannot explain the greatness of your masterpiece.

[Diana Owen Busy with Li..]

this is nice... I guess life is a piece of art. This is beautiful.

[Dead Angel]

very nice! i love your metaphors and description. excellent work! :)

[Sara Henry Heistand]

I think I took this a slightly different way, however I do like the idea of being submersed in your own nebula of paint. Though initially, I saw this as a portrait of a life as a whole, where we either create or destroy our way into the future. The artistry of the woman here pushes herself to evaluate life in much the same way as paint. She loses herself in the notion that she can create her own reality. In the outside world bad things happen ("Some strokes, unkind / and many diluted with tears"), but "inside a canvas" (her reality) she's free to believe in what she likes, see what she'd love to see, and is free to createcreatecreate in a perfect world. A stunning piece, Jenny. :)

[Michelle Mead]

I like this alot, it is simple and to the point and adds to, rather than draws from, the painting itself.

[Jack of Aces]

ooo this could mean so many things :)
very nice :)

[Nathan Strange]

Hey, this was great, short but sweet and I love the use of alliteration Jenny! It's a good portrayal of the artist.