{reading between the lines}

I am not a painter. I am reader . . .

. . . but sometimes I like to pretend I am a painter. I surround myself with the tools of a painter - canvas, brushes, a palette of beautiful colors, and I pretend to paint. If a canvas were a book, I could paint it all day long. My mind racing across each page leaving a scenic landscape, a solitary figure, a busy street. But a canvas is not a book, and so I choose to read between the lines. I ignore the rules and just paint. I let the brush read and the paint define. I let go and become someone else. Someone in a book. A painter, just for a day.