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Conversation by Carole Guthrie 2

Process Of Painting/Healing: A Poem By Carole Guthrie

I listen to music when I paint sometimes, believing the mood will cover the canvas. When the Scottish music plays, I think of heather, and the Royal botanical gardens of Edinburgh, the city that lies beneath a castle. That’s when the brush gets dipped into sap green and cobalt blue, and the vacant space of the white canvas is filled with oozing wet acrylics