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THE ARTIST'S WORDS

THE ARTIST'S WORDS

Through the mind to the brush dipped on palette...

A story in color not a word spoken...

So many things they want to tell you...

Through the painting on the page...

The story and the message so very clear...

Through the darkness...

The can share of a Mad World...

Through the sun...

Then can show you daffodils and color changing hues...

Red and Blue creates purple...

Green and Yellow create a flame...

Add some wood and a few logs...

A Marshmallow on a stick...

Can you smell the Marshmallow roasting?

The paintings, the messages, the stories through the eyes to the hand...

Do you understand?

The possibilities of the Artist's Story telling is endless...

Is it Fantasy or is True?

Sanity or Insanity?

It's up to you...

sparrowsong

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

cool write feathers!.....................................................................................Jim

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sparrowsong

Hello Jim.

Thank you very much for your kind comment and support.

Feathers

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Thank you for your kind comment and support.

Glad you enjoyed.

sparrowsong 

 

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Yiyan Han

The painting's interpretation, like a poem

It's up to you...  :)

By the way

The can share of a Mad World... <== "They"?

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sparrowsong

Hello Yiyan.

It's funny you mentioned that

I just watched the Mad World Video the day after I posted this.

Very true.

Thank you for your kind comment and support!

sparrowsong 
 

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