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WATERCOLOR
Charge on!
There will be dozens of excuses to keep you from your easel.
Set them aside.
Elbow your way into the studio! Shush the cat off your
palette.
Cast magazines, clippings, and un-answered mail to the floor.
Newspapers thrown aside, with lunch debris, empty wine
glass, and all else.
Disconnect the phone; engage the CD, and seize your own time
and space
Shared with Mozart and Bach and Django Reinhardt.
Now. lay the smooth, fresh, stiff white paper on its nesting
place.
Fill your jar with purest water; drown your brushes, wet
your paint.
There. Stand beside Corot and Sisley and perhaps
Turner. Listen for
Manet and sweet Berthe Morisot.
Stand, and let your mind run free to see the visions you
have imagined.
Shapes and colors never seen by anyone before.
Push away, and pull to you, the many lessons taught and
learned.
Stab the wet, clean brush, a part of your hand, and mind,
into beautiful
colors.
Colors brought from over oceans, studios, chemists'
workshops.
Slather, blend, slosh, making your imagination come to life,
Your own vision made real before your eyes.
The paper lives!
By Bruce Barnes
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