There is, you see, this loop:
I look. I feel. I reflect. I remember.
So when the time comes to face another empty canvas,
And look with fresh eyes,
I dip into those remembered meanings.
Then, through muscle and medium, ground and detail,
Shadow and substance,
Mountains and mist,
Sea and sky, morning light and evening shadow emerge.
Or simply form and color, standing alone. Standing together.
Do I paint what I see with my outer eye? Sometimes.
Do I paint what I see with my inner eye? Always.
So… an invitation: You look. You feel. You reflect. You remember.
Do you see what I see? Do you feel what I feel?
May the loop continue.
Wheat Fields Waving is a painting by George I. Bustard, Jr., email@example.com