Artist

This is great, Amanda. Very descriptive.

So nice. A painting in words.

I can literally FEEL this one. I'm featuring it in THE PLACE TO VENT AND JUST TALK ABOUT THINGS.
or
www.talkboutit.gather.com
With thanks for memorys I don't talk about, but are in my thoughts.

Hugs to you, amanda.

Thank y'all and as to the feature, Wow! I'm flattered.

amanda:

You've captured these struggling moments so well, it is as if I am watching this 'live' as I read. Truly the work of a 'professional.'

very beautiful, you should take these wonderful paragraphs and created a novel.

Amanda, this is fine writing! This poem speaks on so many levels. The sadness of a man, rejected by society, homeless, penniless and forsaken by his brethren.

The joy -- his ability to escape his predicament through art. His one possession being that which helps him to cope with his dilemma.

Great writing...

The structure is unusual but it works with your word picture of the old artist. You've illustrated his saving grace.

What a great story! :)

Very nice; very visual, Amanda. I suck at painting but I love to look at the worlds created by others through painting. You did it so well here, describing the artist and the colors through words. Thank you!

love this palette of a poem.

Brief, brilliant and beautifully written.

Structure is meaningless. Art will take form; if you know where to look.

I see this quite differently from everyone else. I see a seasoned painter who has had to work hard labor jobs to support his art. He is weary from age and toil, but the spirit of his art keeps him alert and full of life. Some of the material he has set up is probably some recent paintings that he hopes to sell to implement his income.

Of course, his wrinkled and tan skin could come from over exposure to the elements as he painted great scenes such as the ocean splashing against the rocks or peaceful scenes of mountains and streams, meadows filled with flowers, beautiful mementos of a full life seen only through an artists' eyes.

Fantastic Amanda. Your writing offers you the same salvation or satisfaction, as much so as the artist who paints his on canvas.

Regardless of how he ended up where he is, or who he used to be . . . he can still escape to his best self.

I struggled up the hill with him. Then the peace of artistic creation takes over.. I really enjoyed this verse.

Very visual and vixceral, too...a word painting...I can tell this will be haunting my thoughts (in a good way) for quite some time, Amanda.

Yes, we all need something and he's found a beautiful world he can access. This alone can make the world around him bearable. Excellent slice thru a life, Amanda.

Amanda...I like this very much! It literally paints (no pun intended) a beautiful picture for me of the changing season ahead!

Thank you all so much. I love the different visuals this painted for you. I actually know this man but I prefer what other's allude to.

Amanda,
Your words paint a perfect picture of this artist.
I can see and smell him.

Amanda, once again great job. I could picture it all so clearly thanks to your wonderful use of words.

A day in a man's life described honestly and without judgement.I like reading your
observations of life with unsentimental realism Amanda.thankyou.

Amanda, what a truly beautiful painting you have given us, as usual your art is vivid and your words are in vivid colors. I love the image of this lonely man who finds his connection to the world through his brush and color. You are a Master of word art!

Amanda, I feel like know this guy... you descriptive imagery captures so much... the setting, the history, the emotions, the fatigue and the pain... I'm pretty sure that your mental dictionary has about 100 times more nuanced references for each entry than mine does. Beautiful.

Bravo!

Amanda~ Beautiful as usual!!! I have several dear friends who are artists. One in particular has overcome many obstacles in her life through her paintings. I can see many parts of the world (I know I would never otherwise get to see), and all that life has to offer through her work. I haven't gotten a chance to check in with you yesterday...xxxooo Another TEN

As an artist who has worked plein air (painting outside, on-site) all over the world, I have to say that you have captured that feeling you get when you present and create your work on the streets. Thanks for another great work!

This reminded me a bit of Baudelaire's Paris Spleen in its "thick description" of the artist, who enacts and "sees" urban life through its colors, its fluidity, spontaneity, in the NOW. It has the flair of a serious prose poem that gives us a sense of coexisting with the artist for a few moments, entering his consciousness as he springs into business, assembles the magical tools of his imaging craft, and begins to create.....