not to produce some
thing but just to acknowledge
the good in painting

the brush moves without
urgency and colours touch
listening paper

and my listening
and that of paper and brush
colour memory

and in the quiet
something of silence settles
deeper than colour

Before colour becomes form, before brush becomes movement, there is a moment of stillness where everything listens. And in that stillness, and in that listening, in mere wisp of movement, in the slightest glance into light – a gently persistent voice invites me to attend to ‘something … deeper than colour’

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