The freedom of the poem seems to match the freedom of the paint on cardboard...an easy slide of color. Nice.

November 14, 2014 at 10:53 PM

I love these paintings on carboard. I remember seeing a famous one of Lautrec on cardboard,it inspired me to do the same.I remember paintings but forget their names:)

November 14, 2014 at 11:21 PM

Beautiful!

♥.•*¨Elizabeth¨*•.♥

November 14, 2014 at 11:54 PM

Like the colours on the second one.

November 15, 2014 at 1:42 AM

Absolutely, just like poetry, painting is an expression of our deep seated emotions:)!!!

November 15, 2014 at 2:09 AM

the words are PERFECT for the paintings.. now i am wondering if these are yours or part of the prompt. let me know. i like both paintings and i know you paint...

November 15, 2014 at 5:30 AM

Its like when those moments come the brush just moves and creates freedom of the mind. Its a wonderful feeling to create poems and paint strokes.

November 15, 2014 at 5:44 AM

Feeing isn't it?

November 15, 2014 at 6:07 AM

love this: left
with
the
feeling
I have witnessed
something
outside of myself

so true. LOVE that first one!

November 15, 2014 at 8:07 AM

Truly love indeed, as each stroke of the brush is delivered by something locked deep within the artist!

November 15, 2014 at 9:10 AM

Beautiful . . . I love that feeling of something working through you. :)

November 15, 2014 at 1:57 PM

I think sometimes we can tap that well of creation within us - that sits just beneath our awareness.

November 16, 2014 at 9:25 PM

You are a creative soul, Gail!...:)JP

November 17, 2014 at 4:42 AM