The artist looks at a blank canvas
Not sure what he is going to do
Mixes a few of his oils
Looks at his palate for clues
Dabbles a streak; it looks like an arroyo
Visualizes the banks and goes to work
Sage, shrubs begin to fill in
Rocks, Junipers and an awesome sky
Now the work around and the accents
A little time with deliberate strokes
Adjustments and modifications
A master piece by the way it looks
One wonders about the mind of the artist
Many of whom wish to be a master
How much work and creativity
Should they go slow or faster
Many just have the touch
The feel for what to do
Yet the blank canvas endures
Whatever; who has a clue?
Stanski
December 2, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 