1. BOTH SIDES OF THECANVAS (A personal experience)
By Susan Watts
The door was opened, the air felt as if feathers had been released and allowed to float.
An artist, as he thought of himself, immersed in thoughts of landscapeand electric colors,
made himself star of the show. Works of art, reflections revealing what had past and that
which had yet to be, bellowed off the walls of the studio. Sparkleof colors marking defining
shapes, undistorted fromthe artist imagination sprung fromthe canvas onto the observer's
unconscious.
The observer justgrabs it justas it is, involved unwillingly by the colors and shapes so daring as
to outwit. Eyes of the observer, dancing with intrigue pauses to consider the message. Facial
expressions ask, “What does it all mean, if anything." The conscious unsureof whatthe eyes
have seen, a suggestion not offered, a conclusion yet to be drawn.
Moving on is not necessarily leaving. The shapes and colors the eyes have seen, scorched on
the conscious, bring us back to Images on Canvas.