VPID 0010 - The Painter

The world swirls around you. Runners jog by, cars troll along the shoreline, sailboats struggle against the current of Hell Gate, dogs bark, squirrels run circles up and down nearby trees. The horn of a park vehicle sticks, and a loud drawn out BLATTTT scars the warm air. All the while you stand quietly within the perfect center of a small concentrated bubble - peace. You hold a selection of brushes in one hand, your glasses have fallen slightly askew, the hat that should be on your head to protect you from the heat of the sun lies forgotten on the edge of your palette. Your concentration is exact as it defines the canvas set on the easel before you. The image of the park in all its green rain-filled summer glory is coming into a life of its own in the immediacy or your own careful hand. You add touches of light and shadow. This moment, captured in your mind's eye is here made manifest for the rest of us as you allow the image to flow out into the world. Nothing is new, and yet there is a clear certainty of birth in this expression released as something totally unique, something that has never before been seen in quite this same way. Your picture is indeed worth more words than are available.