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