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The Painting

Window to Magical World acrylic by me 
Yay for day 8. Feels like a marathon to get to 29 days, but I am so enjoying your comments and reflections, and this feels like a healthy workout. Thank you. It is an honor to have have these little posts being received by beautiful souls. And I am loving that some of you are sending me art and writing, participating along with me, or signing up the whole family for local painting and wine evenings! So inspiring.

This is a poem that I wrote in my teens, expressing my love for experiencing paintings as windows into worlds. Recently I am convinced that any art draws down the heavens (or hell) right into it, and that all of it somehow lives.

The Painting

When I look at a painting,
I want to go inside.
To see and hear what they do, 
And walk with graceful stride.

I want to talk and dress like them
And live their every day,
To find out why the face I see,
Is looking in that way.

But 'cause I am too small to fit,
I must be content to stare,
To imagine and to wish,
That I really could be there.

And sometimes in the paintings look,
(Mind you, I do not lie!)
I seem to see it smiling,
With a twinkle in its eye.

And  I smile back with secret pride
Yes, I am filled with glee!
'Cause out of all the many folk,
Though little, it chose me.

Little Doll with Big Red Bow crayola kid's paint by me:)

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  1. I love how your spirals become a world, one that indeed invites the viewer to enter!

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