This semi abstract painting was the kind of painting that flowed from start to finish…the paint moved and flowed exactly the way I wanted it to do…with no prior drawing to guide it, the brush glided through the paint in exactly the way I wanted it to…
A willow tree in the winter of it’s life, with the gold of summer sun, the glow of fall, and the chill of winter on it’s branches, it’s exactly the result I wanted…more over, when it was finished I found the perfect poem to accompany it….I’m happy..
Watercolour on Fabriano Not….
It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loth to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river —
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground. William Carlos Williams
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