STANDiNG BETWEEN A FLOCK OF BLANK CANVASES. TABLE AND EASEL READY TO WORK. AT MY DiSPOSAL, A HERD OF BRUSHES AND PALETTE KNiFES. A SCHOOL OF PAiNT iN THE COLOURS OF THE RAiNBOW AND BEYOND. SUCH OPPORTUNiTiES WAiTiNG TO BE BROUGHT TO LiVE. ALL PUSH AND JOSTLE TO BE THE FiRST TO TAKE FORM, TO SPEAK THROUGH STROKES, SPLASHES, AND DROPS. iT'S LiKE SPiNNiNG. FiRST SLOW, THEN FAST AND FASTER. i HESiTATE, WONDER WHiCH COLOURS CONTRAST, COMPLEMENT, UNTiL i DiVE HEADFiRST iNTO THE OPULENCE OF FORM AND SHADES, BRiGHTNESS AND CHROMATiCiTY, LOSiNG MYSELF iN A MURDER OF CROWS.

WEEKEND-WRiTiNG-PROMPT #410

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