Day dawns bright and breatheasy

Flooded with light the studio at its best,

as always, in the infancy of a new day

What to paint?

What coat to cover canvas

before light fades and day is done.

Not sure why I do this

By now I know its not I who decides

But the thick acrylic gloop that clings to hands

With knives and brushes thrown aside

Alabaster canvas in anticipation awaits the onslaught…

Today will be my ‘blue day’ I decide

Cobalt, ultramarine, Prussian, cornflower, Egyptian and indigo….

An infantry of oceanic glory waits in line.

I squeeze each tube until I stop

When minds eye says enough is enough

Knife in hand I blend, and fuse, and merge and mingle

Until a moments pleasure makes me stop, retreat

And relish those shade as they unite.

What lies before me?

The blends and hues and tints of thought,

The colours of my world, yet of another

In shapeless form the ache for structure

That glimmer of impressionistic recognition

That roots me in and renders it a worthy creation

Stifling conformance disappoints – every time

Intrinsic originality the artist’s craving

Unthunk thought, image unbeheld

Intimidating abstract force sucks me in

Even as I bolt,

And then it happens

My guiding, gliding hands caress colour

Senses pleasure to the touch

And swish and swirl and life is better

My cheerless blue day, elicits bliss in its own colour.

Lucia Errity

Day dawns bright and breatheasy

Flooded with light the studio at its best,

as always, in the infancy of a new day

What to paint?

What coat to cover canvas

before light fades and day is done.

Not sure why I do this

By now I know its not I who decides

But the thick acrylic gloop that clings to hands

With knives and brushes thrown aside

Alabaster canvas in anticipation awaits the onslaught…

Today will be my ‘blue day’ I decide

Cobalt, ultramarine, Prussian, cornflower, Egyptian and indigo….

An infantry of oceanic glory waits in line.

I squeeze each tube until I stop

When minds eye says enough is enough

Knife in hand I blend, and fuse, and merge and mingle

Until a moments pleasure makes me stop, retreat

And relish those shade as they unite.

What lies before me?

The blends and hues and tints of thought,

The colours of my world, yet of another

In shapeless form the ache for structure

That glimmer of impressionistic recognition

That roots me in and renders it a worthy creation

Stifling conformance disappoints – every time

Intrinsic originality the artist’s craving

Unthunk thought, image unbeheld

Intimidating abstract force sucks me in

Even as I bolt,

And then it happens

My guiding, gliding hands caress colour

Senses pleasure to the touch

And swish and swirl and life is better

My cheerless blue day, elicits bliss in its own colour.

Lucia Errity