In the end it is not the paint,
or carefully crafted brush strokes.
It is the layers,
one on the other
as they complement or clash
making a masterpiece
Sometimes, if you are lucky,
you capture both.
About this poem
About art. About poetry. About life.
As much as we would like it to be, nothing is as simple as it seems.
The photograph is a detail from one of my paintings. Sometimes I like the details as much as the whole painting.