Live to Paint

c 2017 Dorothy Fagan

Colors of the lights over Florence twinkle. Like a jeweled necklace, she sparkles along the western horizon. I stand with my coffee in the dark studio trying to memorize the hues in the sky above her.

How would she even fit on a canvas, I wonder? The mountains embracing her stretch as far as I can see. Up to the moon in the south, tree silhouettes stilletto the ridges.

A few low wispy clouds catch golden light from her glow. Hanging above them, a shadowy mist.

When I first came to Tuscany I painted to live. Now I live to paint.

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Author: Dorothy Fagan

Experimenter, gardener, grandmother … Dorothy Fagan plays with creativity, dreams, and paint every day.