an artist's touch is a genius with the vision
I view the craft, a lack of noticing gone by
serenity untouched with the stroke of a brush
lost in a world of colour on canvas so fine
bringing life into play, with adjustments of course
reality as thick as the acrylic allows that's deep
a soul into the art, a lifetime of work, I lost my mind
in it, there is something of magic and longevity
bear a heart upon a painted reflection, freshly
Mona Lisa fell in love with Leonardo de Vinci
never did see the genius until his death arrived
joined together, bonded to history forever
so special our art to enjoy is loved altogether.
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Very evocative and full of emotion.
I enjoyed this a lot. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Francesco..
Lovely. Ever notice that many artists live to a ripe old age and are still painting? I like the thought that the person or scene painted comes alive to interact with the artist and then both to live on forever.
having the perception to divulge in creating artist prowess on any canvas leaves me in bewilderment. yes. I notice these things too that the elder generation does have a fine hand to paint with. it's incredibly difficult and I love viewing art whenever I get the chance.
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