Artistic expression will not flow from a paintbrush for me………….
I see the flower, the richness, depth and power…
Every intricate color change is noted by my eye
Shadows and sunlight change the perspective
The air can shift the angle and the texture can look different
Oh how I wish my hand could capture the richness, softness and scent of each flower
Petals differ from each other with some appearing stronger
Bold and delicate all at the same time
Yet my eyes and memory must sustain me because the brush remains still in my hand.
Art remains a vision that must be remembered
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