A Magic Touch, In Hava Shilo 's Paintings ! -Haifa Israel, - Poem by Yoseph Lupu
The birth of a painting,
Is like a vision, a sight,
A melody, on her first dating,
Jumping from an inner light!
These are the feelings,
That open the mind,
Before HAVA, begins her paintings,
With her joyful colours, we nowhere can find!
Hava, stands upon an open screen,
Before a blank, while canvas,
Holding a paint brush, in very thin,
Going on, with much vivace!
Her paintbox, has its treasure,
As saying: ' Here is my tube colour,
Paint it HAVA, with much pleasure,
Your private dream, that you follow '!
HAVA puts some dots, on a plain paper,
And brushes it, with vivid petals,
Facing, the small center,
Like a little dancing cattle!
It looks, a nice composition,
A vision, of many colourful flowers,
Lending their head, in a wet position,
With much grace, for hours......!
They are so beautiful,
Their colours, so bright,
The red, the yellow and the blue,
Giving the painting, much light!
Hava looks at it, with much grace,
As if it is, her magic star,
With her own loving face,
Standing near, but not so far!
The colours, seem fine,
With thin lines, and very bright,
Giving the flowers, her personal sunshine,
With a great amount of light!
The painting, has a magic sign,
A full expression of the mind,
Which some call, THE MICHELANGELO LINE,
A masterpiece, we sometimes can find!
It is unbelievable, we say,
But, you really have to obey,
When you sit and look,
At HAVA'S composition 's mood!
It is she, HAVA SHILO alone,
With her only, magic show,
That makes you, stop your phone, ,
Fly before your eyes, and never want to go!
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