I drew a circle on the page.
From top to bottom, a red arc came next.
A theme erupted as I added more colors.
I am insecure of my skill.
I don’t look like other artists.
My curves are rough and bent.
When I show a drawing to a friend,
I am surprised by their interpretation.
They complement my colors each time.
I have very little formal training.
My drawings erupt from my spirit.
I get ready to start again.
I never know the results while I am working.
The new painting is always a mystery.
I am dreaming of love and passion.
I know my thoughts will fill the art.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.