I am a lonley painter carrying around my trolley of paints. In the buckets of colour I see a formation of your face. And in my mind I could paint a thousand faces of yours and still not tire of staring.
I see the lines of your nose, I see the depth of your true smile,
In my paintbrush hide the lushes lips that haunt my sensual frustrations,
In the blues and whites, greys and crystals I touch the reds and yellows of your eyeing fire.
My fingertips burn – I cannot paint the feelings of you in me, in fear that you will never experience the flames that I have lit. I cannot sooth with the pictures I paint.
Gallons of paint will never suffice to express the colorfulness I bear for you.
Fearing that all the feelings will seem delt with, I shall not birth a painting such as this.
I am a lonely painter – oh let your paint run all over me, smother all the fears in me, I am waiting for your melody to complete my rhythm,
I am waiting for your outlines to give definition to my electrified colour web.
And I hope you forgive me if I so long scream at you, with sweeter tones than I will ever discover for another.
Please allow me to introduce you to the Art Project at the Lions Club of Potchefstroom to assist those less fortunate than ourselves and humbly request your support. The money raised are donated to the Guide Dogs Association for the Blind. In 2009 we donated R90 000.
Your Kind consideration is appreciated. Attached please find a background letter to the project.
I am a lonley painter carrying around my trolley of paints. In the buckets of colour I see a formation of your face. And in my mind I could paint a thousand faces of yours and still not tire of staring.
I see the lines of your nose, I see the depth of your true smile,
In my paintbrush hide the lushes lips that haunt my sensual frustrations,
In the blues and whites, greys and crystals I touch the reds and yellows of your eyeing fire.
My fingertips burn – I cannot paint the feelings of you in me, in fear that you will never experience the flames that I have lit. I cannot sooth with the pictures I paint.
Gallons of paint will never suffice to express the colorfulness I bear for you.
Fearing that all the feelings will seem delt with, I shall not birth a painting such as this.
I am a lonely painter – oh let your paint run all over me, smother all the fears in me, I am waiting for your melody to complete my rhythm,
I am waiting for your outlines to give definition to my electrified colour web.
And I hope you forgive me if I so long scream at you, with sweeter tones than I will ever discover for another.
Sublime, my friend. Truly.
Dear Anja
Please allow me to introduce you to the Art Project at the Lions Club of Potchefstroom to assist those less fortunate than ourselves and humbly request your support. The money raised are donated to the Guide Dogs Association for the Blind. In 2009 we donated R90 000.
Your Kind consideration is appreciated. Attached please find a background letter to the project.
Kind Regards
Phillip van Dyk
0829078599
treasurer@potchlions.co.za
vandykpj@telkomsa.net
http://www.potchlions.co.za
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