Play with inks and watery acrylics are leading me towards
a more abstract direction.
I watch the colors swirl and literally
feel something click in my head.
Tonight, I’ll likely enjoy some amazing visions.
Twisting clouds of neon magenta, turquoise and deep umber
will float through my dreams.
It happens so often after time at the easel.
At dawn, I’ll stumble back to the studio
with my bedhead and strong coffee.
I’ll fail miserably trying to recreate my wild, color-full dreams.
But it won’t keep me from trying.