My Canvas

 

    I draw from my ink well various adjectives, nouns and verbs and scatter them about this page.  As you see them now, is exactly how they landed.

 

    Between the spaces of white ink and brown paper is the image that previously lived within the well. It could possibly appear different to each person, but the flavor is sure to stir common memories.

 

    It is neither landscape nor portrait.  It is not the city, or the country.  This image is free of walls that would require windows.  You have brought with you the only door needed.  Passing through it may alter your facial expression, albeit momentarily.  By that, I’m suggesting you may smile upon seeing it for the first time.

 

    I have, in fact, seen strangers smile, and I can tell it is this image they have thought of, for it is a very familiar smile.

 

    I have used very narrow brushes in its construction and have removed any splatters of excess ink to avoid confusion and possible shadows.   Exactly what remains on this page is the complete image.

 

 

                                                               Zobostic Corwin