My canvas knows best

by Dagmar Wilson   Jan 10, 2018


When busy painting
I often use a language that's misunderstood,
if a canvas could come alive
layers of paint would move in circles
slowly running down the wall.

I mix the colors
make them look brighter,
you still can see the black.

My paintings are the image of my soul
thoughts I can't repeat,
I use a silent language that's often misunderstood.
My canvas knows the truth.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Em

    Wow

  • 6 years ago

    by ddavidd

    The wonderful ending sum it up: " My canvas knows the truth. "

  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Yes I wonder how many paintings are misconstrued from the artists true meaning in them? This is great Dagmar and I love that you have more than one creative outlet. :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you and yes art is another hay to cope.

  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Powerful Dagmar, love this!

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    wow! Miss Dagmar,

    This piece has such a depth to it. I imagine your paintings full of your emotions and feelings. I love the way you have used words to describe how you paint, and what you bring out with all different colours.
    A truly wonderful poem lady and glad to see this nominated.
    Much love
    Michael :)x

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