By Elissa Rosenthal
Hello Everyone! This week I started to delve deeper into watercolor, having now bought proper watercolor paper. The difference I have found is great in the lack of the paper buckling and creating pools where the color wanted to go. Now the surface is much more even when I paint, making it easier to distribute the color.
Anyway, since the character and poem was so popular last week, in comparison to my other kinds of posts on average, I have decided to provide you with another poem. This one is inspired by the landscape painting I did below. I was practicing on painting with no prior planning, just letting the paint tell me what to do with it.
Ultramarine
By Elissa Rosenthal
Crisp oxygen filtered through new pollen.
Thundering movement kisses the mountain.
Storming pools welcome you to sit and wait,
To be pulled from safety to waterfall.
They may call you to seal your own fate,
I beg of you to not answer the call.
I have seen too many who follow death.
Think they own this place and are not a guest.
The pools may look safe to those who not know,
How ultramarine whispers pull you in.
Current may seem stagnant and slow,
They will prove to you how lazy you swim.
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