>An Astounding Artist

An astounding artist stands in the winds raping the light remains he close to me, tight, without any pencil or colour he does not have any imagination either still, he draws succinct fresco super designed portrait, not of me but his in all the shades the joy of sight in the shining bright in dark, the fear, in dusky the doubt all the secrets are in dim pride in purple, the fire in red all the desires of mine he shows by flame in the colour cinnabar my pain vanishes like a shooting star in the vast dark blue canvas hope floats like a cloud in my acrylic, casein or gouache heart in right angle he shoots the darkness, in obtuse he keeps the dream despair in acute his face in squire is a hidden treasure of handsomeness absolutely fantabulous in round in oval terrifically hypnotic to him, I am magnetically hooked it violently jerks and mentally shakes me up when I want to shake it off..