I know I dirty the floor
I know I mess my dress
I know many can paint better
I know this is not the way ….
Yet I like the final hues
That fills my canvas
As I tint to my desire
And dare to call it a day ….
I Love my colors
Even when splashed
In fragile pattern
I never even thought of …
I Love my canvas
Even when it reflects
Unfiltered thoughts
I dare not say aloud …
I love the comments
The many eyes around say
That could in no way
Relate to what I had in mind …
I love to paint
The way I paint
For nothing else
But for the sheer joy it evokes….