Treasure Island

Sherrie KolbCassel


Helga


Dirty-blonde plaited hair.
in a soft brown,
cashmere sweater,
and let’s be honest,
a satiny camisole
to ward off
irritation.

Nudity is the
great equalizer
of people, but
she is wearing
a turtleneck,
peacefully
around her throat.

Her soft curves,
highlighted by
beams of sun,
prisms through
dirty windows,
covered
like the precious
pearls of great
price.

The artist sees
the soul and merges
with his subject,
sketch, then brush,
stroke by stroke.

Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014

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Inspired by the Helga paintings
by Andrew Wyeth

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  • Jim Hogg (4/2/2014 10:56:00 AM)

    You've painted with words both the artwork and the artist as a flowing unity...... brought order out of chaos... (Report) Reply

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