Palette & Craft

My eyes and hands begin to weave,
they cross like cursive.

A visual dance,
as I dissect the color wheel.

Brush strokes press on the fabric,
golden nuance as my base.
Ruddy brown, the comforting tempera.

Breathe life into it...
Finding the dimension, the light play
coming forth through the depth.

Neutralize, enhance.
It is all a courting expression.
Pressing its lips against my imagination.

The theory. The theory of color.
Wrapping around my insides like a million petals.

The technique of art with intention.