My hand does a dance
To the music playing low
I follow impulse
Making layers of colors
Surprised to see what happens
*see previous post for definition of Tanka
I turn on the lamps as the sun has set behind the trees. Methodically, I
gather what I need: water, colors, brushes. I tap to select soft jazz
and make a final scan to make sure no thing or task was forgotten. Searching the blank paper for clues, I secure it with tape, arrange my cushion and settle in.
Having
no plan in mind, I choose a medium size all purpose brush, swirl it in
the jelly glass of clear water, and for no reason at all, swipe the cake
of sky blue. I drag the brush slowly across the top of the page. It
pleases me, so I go back for more...
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