Pages of stories, Layered beneath the
Lathered paint.
The colours aren't just there
They have meaning.
Every stroke
Is a story untold,
A book without words.
Inspiration you give me,
Ideas flow through my
Mind.
'What does it mean to paint the deep blue sea?'

Ode
Pages of stories, Layered beneath the
Lathered paint.
The colours aren't just there
They have meaning.
Every stroke
Is a story untold,
A book without words.
Inspiration you give me,
Ideas flow through my
Mind.
'What does it mean to paint the deep blue sea?'