Oil on Linen
24"x30""
The second in the poetry/painting series.
Sunset and Senses
Suspended between dusk and dark, clouds of blue-
steel and cotton cool the day. A sunset simmers
and lingers on a tongue of land. More liquid than
substance, it melts like butter and is swallowed by
the horizon. Between the smell of marsh air and
the musky croak of frogs, a sense of uncommon.
1 comments:
I'm no artist but I can decorate well. I love the picture and the poem.
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