When we paint, a piece of us is left on the canvas.
Each stroke, a fraction of our soul refracted like light through a prism.
We are harvesters of light that is immortalized through our feelings.
Paint in itself is just pigment.
Paint in our hands is every emotion ever felt by man.
Paint brushes are magic wands that allow humanity to dream beyond belief.
Frank Malaba © 2017
Painting: “Divergence” by Anthony Cawood