8 x 8in oil on museum quality panel
$350
I have long suspected that, if it were measured, my heart skips a beat when it encounters color.
I probably exhibit tell tell signs of a run away pulse as well.
And potentially don't breathe as deeply as I should--holding my breath
In breathless anticipation
All for the love of color.
Like a lovesick teenager, I would surely pine to my grave were the world to suddenly go black and white.
For today
For today
Why not let yourself fall in love again?
The exact amazing beauty of the flushed cheeks on a child's face.
The one of kind color that blankets the sky at the magical moment of sunrise.
Every bloom, each bird, a thousand leaves on a tree--just waiting for your eyes to light upon them
for their beauty rests in your eyes,
the Beholder.
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