
Leisure
The Feeling of Art
By Diane McAndrew


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This painting makes me feel like I am sitting in my backyard, down by the river. Walking through our woods, feeling and watching the wind blow through the trees and swirl around the ground, through all the bushes, plants and flowers.
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I was sharing these feelings with my Mother recently as we sat on the back porch during a beautiful Fall afternoon. I just could not come up with a name for this painting that has moved me so much. So, I brought the painting out onto the porch, leaned it up against the back of the couch, and we just looked at it and talked more about how it made us feel.
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Mom got quiet and studied it. She said she was so inspired by this painting, and that it just made her feel like there was wind blowing through it. She said the words jsut started coming into her head, so she went to her computer and began writing. The next day, she was up and working on her piece again. By the afternoon, she was ready to read it to me. After a few edits, this is what she presented:
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The Depth of the Wind
by Ethel Perricone
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You cannot see it,
You cannot touch it.
Sometimes you can feel it,
even hear it.
When other elements come into play
it gains strength,
and you will know it.
When grey clouds appear
Spring Wind swirls through raindrops;
in winter, snow crystals are blown in your face.
When dark clouds drop down from blustery skies
Wind hides in its spinning cones;
You will hear it, don’t be near it;
Oh, how it moans and groans.
Most often it seems Wind sends soft streams
To cool Sun’s rays on Summer days.
Puffs of fresh air rustle through your hair,
like a kiss of baby’s breath.
As Earth changes color in Autumn
Wind tests its strength once more;
it sends out gusts to tease fallen leaves
and spreads them out on Earth’s floor.
Wind never stops like Rain or Snow,
it moves over Earth
often fast, often slow.
Do Prisms of Color exist in Wind’s Aura?
Just imagine they do.
In the depth of its core Prisms explode,
Wind’s beauty has burst even more!