A painter’s progress

Fog and fug, grit brown, deep striations, a blush of pink rises through a glaze of smoke… a burnt orange melts into a caustic violet ash…


bubbling umbers, of oil and residue, the cool breeze of cerulean blue… then, a mechanical yellow, breathing blisters from a greenish bronze…


Mere descriptions, slowly unfold a hidden narrative, representing nothing, in reality…

Just colour, applied; some of it lived and some of it died…

2 Comments

  1. steven
    Posted October 22, 2008 at 11:30 am | Permalink

    simply beautiful.

  2. Jazz
    Posted November 3, 2008 at 11:04 am | Permalink

    Steven, many thanks for calling by and leaving a comment.