Painting in the studio...
I decided to lay down all my favourite colors In thick streaks on my canvas... “You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” ― Rumi A phantom like form emerged from the fog by the shore
And headed towards me Phantom or not, I need not fear For she had a friendly smile plastered across her face "Kool" she announced with a benevolent, jolly air about her As she looked at what was a mere phantom of an initial sketch "You got wet, huh?" I asked Noticing what looked like frosty dampness on her hair "Yah, I was smoking a joint by the water... you should smoke some before you paint" she kindly advised " I am feeling high enough, thank you, from the smell of my oil paints.." I offered in kind.. She laffed and walked away... vanishing into the fog As quickly as she had appeared in the first place... Had to go out to paint
As the forecast was for a sunny 19C Upon stepping out however It was all a mysterious fog outside First impulse was to go home But so glad I didn't.. Felt like I was on the set of a Alfred Hitchcock's movie... |
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