The Way I Paint

After one of John Clare's poems



From the first light of dawn until dusk

The fog hides the landscape

Except for a few moments

As the light pierces through

Revealing layers of flat back drops like a stage.

I see the rocks and life damp and dripping.

The colors are at their greatest brilliance.

I take in movement and gesture in an instant.

Just for a moment! The next moment the fog rises from them covering the land
once again.

I begin to paint with the intensity of the moment while the after image
compliments passion.