Art In Process By Jenny Delgado

The Art In Process

Water slowly dilutes the paint across the canvas

When it comes to art, I never feel anxious

Slowly the colors blend into a twilight sunset

As the smell of acrylic paint fills my nose

Picturing the landscape in my head that I’ll never forget

Thinking about the history of this place. Who knows?

My brush curves back and forth across the horizon

My body now slowly lightens

Now relaxed like the waters

No more pressure like underwater

But light like a bird’s feather

Warm like summer weather

I dip my brush into the water as the paint dances around

Swirls of paint mixings turning the water brown

Continuing the blending stroke by stroke

Getting the nice texture of oak

My brush bathes in the bowl of water as I clean

Gripping my brush as I mix blue and yellow to get green

Both colors dancing together to make jade

Swirling to the beat of palate

Changing the brush as the soaked brush laid

Painting the texture of grass as it reminds me of salad

Dry hands with dried paint

They move back and forth

Sound of painting is so faint

Getting a cramp is what it’s worth

My painted rosy cheeks get warm

Just as I fished my art form

My eyes dancing around the art

Looking at it part by part

A smile to my face

As I rubbed my painted hands

Now, gotta look for space

And make new plans