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Megan A. GravityPainting in an art room is like water dripping from a faucet Drip, drip, drip Every time a water droplet falls onto the cool metal surface of the sink It explodes a new pattern Water is free to construct anything it wants – anything it feels Each stroke is another drop forming at the water spigot Plummeting towards the smooth canvas below Painting on a summer’s day is like water forming on the outside of a glass Ice-cold liquid inside – surrounded by a protective shield against the hot air The brush makes one stroke along the edge Water beads glide down the slide into the little pool at the bottom New pathways all around – two joining to make one Painting is like water rushing Anywhere down a hill Into a small lagoon |
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