I dip my brush in, swirling the paint
mixing the other color, light, dark combine.
The canvas sits blank looking at me
waiting,
for me to pick up the pencil
imagine, yes imagine.
Yes, I do
imagine.
A world of color, form, texture
but always there is the question,
how to start.
Where?
I look at the white, then red
strokes start to flow.
I watch as they attach
creating a form
simple,
beautiful
for me
a heart,
I love.