Tagged: Poetry

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The Art Of Life: My Acrylic Choices

After being nurtured in the womb, upon re-entry into this life, my freedom to choose begins, the long path of years lays before me. I am an empty canvas, white and pure as cumulous clouds. What strokes I take are as pre-determined as my choice of mothers. I crawl to canvas and hesitate, I seize a wide brush, and splash cerulean blue for serenity […]

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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