Drawn From Life Poem by Pamela Ascroft

Artist mine, she addresses the inner sanctum,
Living in the spaces between then and now.
Memory of brush caressing canvas like a brandywine kiss,
Soft in its invitation,
Bruising with color as passion flares and shapes intertwine.
Sienna and vermillion,
Scalding and whimsical.
Palette of imagination scored by tools wetted with experience and loss;
Pictures of life set aside, furled edges of rolled dreams.

Artist mine, living in the spaces between then and now;
Living still. Breathing in tandem;
Never oblivion, never this.
The beautiful hands have not eschewed the lessons of form and color;
The beautiful heart has taken up the brush of compassion
To fill in the endless, blank expanse of need.

Artist mine, living in the spaces between then and now;
Living in the diptych in the gallery of time.
One twilight, the triptych, three in one, holy number, third act in the play
Will arrive in a starburst of epiphany and joyous fusion.
Colors unimaginable, figures as yet unknown,
Multi-dimensional worlds
Exist ever in the artist's soul.

God chose you, artist and woman,
To reflect truth and love on humanity's canvas.
In your ways.
In His time.