The Painter

She never forgot that scene

From the days of her girlhood

An everchanging mountainscape

Dark green and forbidding in summer

Death gray in winter

Framed by bands of varied grasses.

All moods are born from those first years

They become the germs of paintings

Each new reviewing

Each a filtered moment

Rendered in color

Each an attempt to immortalize an emotion.

She is older now, and more abstract

The forest she paints is tomato red

The grasses are light blue

And the sky looms deep purple

Her trees diffuse into the ground

While green translucent grasses lie about.

There are no more trees or grasses

Only bands of color remain

They tell of the distant scenes

With an elegant simplicity

The colors blends like the moods

Of the artist as she remembers.

Russ Weinzimmer

‘Untitled’, oil on canvas, 14 x 18 in. (n.d.)