This is What a Paintbrush Can Do
Pulsing rainbows captured in something definite
Screaming at you to
Look- quick!
Soak in our splendor!
Nearly vibrating, quaking the earth with life
And shattering our thoughts with just one touch.
Simple, yet complex
In a way that can only be described as a
Rolling sunset's pigments
Splattered at random and
Mixed with the pure
Blues and greens of nature.
Capturing desires- enticing even the greatest minds
Into submission
For how could the human hand
Create such an image
Of felicity and expression?
Such passion and power
Grins and salty droplets
Life and opportunity
Plump, ample shapes mixed into an illusion
With more force than all the world's waves
And more beauty than all the world's tulips
And more majesty than all the world's castles
And more simple than all the world's shiny new dresses
An illusion that causes all other senses to
Fade,
For how could someone taste,
Smell, hear or touch
When they can see violent, raw jubilation?
Vibrancy,
(For lack of a better word,
Nothing can describe the sight well enough)
Exceeding all the dramatics of the human brain
And causing
Eyes wider than ever before
Wider than possible
Wider than imagination.
Splashed, but carefully!
Making it unable to detect
The true meaning
At first, but
After a while it's as clear as day
(A day when the sun
Is shining almost too bright and
The clouds are hidden)
Absence of thoughts
Without absentmindedness
Is this art.
Art- in its clever, new, bright form.
Art is personality
Pushing, nearly forcing, you to breathe.
Good art is pure personality
Shaking with excellence
Like a child
Blooming into someone
With the world wrapped around her finger.
A trance
One would be happy to fall under.
Happy to forget for a small while.
Keri Courtnage