The Wind
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- Written March 2024
As the eye follows the brush
Oil onto canvas
Creating form and texture
Lines and spaces,
Not knowing whence it came
Or where it goes,
Billowing out the dress
So that I descend into reverie
Hardly seeing her
But indulge in my own dreams
Of a childhood full of hope
Leaving her to discover the future
And what's ahead.
Jenny Sexton, at Chislehurst Artists
March 2024