The Artist

Each untouched colour, nestled in its separate corner,
begins to meet and swirl and blend,
and dancing faster and faster under bristles and fingertips,
previously unseen shades spread out across the board

and chaotic pools of entirely new, one-off hues
jump from palette to paper in dashes and swirls,
so meaningless in isolation –
together forming something new.

Recognisable shapes begin to emerge –
evolving amid the chaos and commotion,
a new being is pushed into existence,
and forced into consciousness.

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About abigailbaross

Writer and aspiring publisher
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