I found a simple poem I wrote several years ago. I was trying to explain what draws me to paint.

I See

Color  Light  Atmosphere

Random patterns, textures on the ground

A smoky blue, shifting to a subtle cool grey, shifting to a warm grey green

Blue Violet Skies 

Red Orange Clouds

A row of trees standing like people, watching

Lines, roads, pathways

Early morning fog, evening sky

The immensity of storms reaching down

Pushing paint with a brush across a surface

Discovering later, the reason this had to be

M. Lindsay