ART AND POETRY bY Caroline Street.
Enlivened by starting something new,
An idea that has been thought through,
A canvas is placed on an easel,
Mediums arranged on a table
And with palette and brush in hand,
The artist closes off the world
And enters a creative whirl.
An array of colours in tubes and pans
Is mixed on the palette by the artist's hand.
Painting knives and brushes:
Flats, rounds and filberts -
A mahl stick to steady the hand.
The studio fills with odours
Of mediums, oils and solvents.
Art paraphernalia is scattered around;
Dipping buckets of glass and stainless steel,
Rags of linen - anything soft to the feel
To capture smudges and spills out of hand.
A paint splattered overcoat, cap or headband -
Books of masters and guidelines are strewn about;
Colour wheels and references to help the artist out.
The canvas will be transformed,
From mere thought,
Into something hand-wrought.
A vision captured
And vibrantly coloured.
Passion is the source from which art soars:
A field of sunflowers,
A bank of storm clouds, rain showers,
Hills of green, cerulean seas.
Perhaps a still-life:
A draped cloth, a silver tureen,
A peeled apple and paring knife,
Light reflecting on a wine glass or two;
Whatever the intellect can construe.
Themes from city lights to wildlife;
Portraits, figures, a reclining nude.