My Eye’s Delight —Paul Vincent Cannon

My Eye’s Delight I saw her working, her uncertain, improvised easel holding a whitened canvas, just waiting for those seemingly random daubs of bold impressionism, free form interpretations splashed with meaning, today there was no mere Renoir or Cezanne, this delicate weave of gossamer sheer, an orb’s masterpiece for my eye’s delight. ©Paul Vincent CannonContinue reading “My Eye’s Delight —Paul Vincent Cannon”