Leaning inches away, my hands traverse the page. Soon, a lead draft of mountains are visible. A lime green stick smudges ranks of lines upward, thumbs tracing the paths. Tall olive wheat grasses glide into place watching twin mountains awake and rise to dominate the page. My pinkies gently add taupe highlights for depth. My fingers guide the grasses left and right, throwing a haze of seeds suspended in the crosswinds. Under my palm, the setting sun’s orange-red hue dips below the skyline between the mountains. My thumbs become the mirage of navy, fusia, and gold blending into the evening sky’s canvas. In a circular motion, fingertips sew together dusk and night. Finally, with a sweeping motion of the sides of my hand, opposing grey shadows fade on the twin mountains. Here lies the Middle Eastern landscape sprawling before me now for the world to see, a manifestation memories past.
I quite enjoyed this as well - the combination of senses (touch and sight) is clever and incredibly effective; I feel like I know exactly how the artwork should look. Great writing technique.
I really do appreciate it. I'm glad I've found a place to share these rather than watch them collect 'days since opened' like dust on my computer.... For better or worse, my artistic skills haven't reached the level of my imagination - for whatever that's worth. I do have some treasured sketches to post, but, alas, this specific piece was attempted twice and lost in separate notebooks. I've had to resort to writing to flesh out what I see in my mind's eye, only to hope the image is conveyed. I hope to post some other short works and/or poems over time as well. Thanks for reading!