Watercolors
- Victoria Pascrell
- Dec 8, 2022
- 1 min read
The brush, such as a guiding force.
Colors dragged behind on paper course,
damp, and begging to be encased
in an explosion of hues that refuse to be erased.
A still-life scene of grapes on a vine.
A complex masterpiece composed of overlapping lines.
A young lady with silver wings.
A flux of emotions her expression brings.
The rawest of expression in a forgiving form.
Watercolor paints calming an internal storm.
Anger, depression, euphoria, and shame
are easily explained in an art form most plain.
I paint to control my emotions.
To put ever-racing thoughts in straight motions.
An untamed mind is the downfall of sanity.
Therefore, I paint to stall chaos and prevent calamity.
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