Softly I touch each pigment with reverance
As if they are a gift from the gods
Open to my Muse
I make contact with the canvas
My trust in Her, the deepest and truest I've ever felt
Each movement becomes a new opus
Tangents intersect, a life unto their own
They co-exist without battle
Even though lines are being drawn
These objects of my desire
Created abstracts from my mind
Individuals amongst many
Yet connected to the whole
Guided by perspective
With shading, foreshortening, and contour
Fantasy and flight await us all
Entire new worlds to explore...
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