This might be somewhat vague and difficult to understand...sorry about that.
Acrylic Elegy
fingerpaintingtends not to be
thought of
as
a particularly appropriate
pursuit
for
a serious art student; but
no other technique stood
even
the slightest
chance
of capturing that
childlike effervescence
she wished to record with
streaky splashes of brightness on
heavy white paper
her gentle fingers traced
curving and womanly lines in shades of
black and yellow and violet and vibrant blue
acrylic madness layering in
bright confusing caps across her
fingertips
she paused, remembering the
alluring softness of full, lightly glossed lips
and added a dash of deep red
red...
she remembered a dress
a dress that hugged curves made from
warm living flesh, not this flat chaos of color
red...
she remembered the bloody gore of the setting sun
of the evening sky on the night that they...
red...
she remembered lights whirling and sirens squealing
tangled wrecks of mangled machinery and
a police officer wrapping his arm around her shoulders
"there's nothing we can do"
she sighed and wiped
her hand across her forehead
leaving multicolored mourning streaked across her skin
then she returned to her precious record-keeping
longingly stroking out a vision of
what was, what could have been
what should have been
endlessly devoted to her
sacred responsibility
to preserving the transient glory and
evanescent grace
ephemeral beauty
in permanent sweeps of
vivid desire
stretching as endlessly as her sorrow across the
blank and lonely canvas
Words by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-07-11 at 00:20
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