Poem: Breaking the Darkness

Breaking the Darkness

The studio is quiet.
The sun is not quite out.
A bit grey inside and out,
your footsteps on the broken wooden flooring,
muffled by canvas on the floor.
The light is not quite ready
to bring out the colors, bring out the joy.
It is a place of shadows, a daily occurrence.
Nearly dark. Nearly light.
The turning point when you put the first brush
to paper, choosing a color, a precise shade,
and pushing the morning past your depression,
the shadows in your mind,
breaking the darkness
one more time.

About this poem.

This, the writing. The art. Sources of light. Essential for the mornings.

The picture was taken in my studio, as you come up the stairs to enter it,


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