The other night I was in a semi-awake dream place and four words were rolling around in my mind - Passion. Poetry. Color. Line. They all have a relationship to my art but it wasn't until I was sketching this morning that they pulled together for me. The color is the passion. Bold, loose and free. The line is the poetry. Each stroke, shade, smudge, variation in weight have meaning. I love it.
1 comment:
Me too.
You're a master. You really achieved a... I don't know how to finish it.
I'm amazed with your work.
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