The Artist:

by Scott Cole   Nov 8, 2015


His canvas is of the finest
No woven strands of fabric,
His steady hand is perfect
His brush strokes are magic.

His works are one of a kind
And are only done freehanded,
For every speck of his creation
Is just the way he demanded.

His colored pigments are vivid
And very much flamboyant,
While his attention to detail
Are breathtaking and important.

He has the truest eye for beauty
That's what sets him apart,
His brilliant shapes and designs
Are a marvelous work of art.

His subject matter is lavished
With imagination that's a blast,
For his formations are done in 3D
Without a single speck of contrast.

His finished project is stunning
But he doesn't seek any fame,
For his eye popping Masterpiece
Isn't signed with his Holy name.

It's displayed for all curious eyes
That likes illustration at it's best,
Cause once you see his handiworks
You'll know he's truly blessed.

For he's the first known artist
To ever use both lines and colors,
While blending the two together
To create a tranquil natural wonder.

He's the artist above all others
He's the one that started it all,
For his painting is their blueprint
And his subject matter their drawl.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Oh Scott this is a pretty piece.. You do have a lovely style within your words... !!

  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    So many artist became famous after their life had ended. I love art and at times I feel people just don't appreciate true art. One piece, the one and only and you never see it again. The beauty of colors, imagination and great passion. I could go on and on.
    Excellent written.5/5. Add to my favorite

  • 8 years ago

    by NOOR

    Well done. You captured in this poem a descrition of a real artist. :-)