My Paintings

The CY Twombly painting hung on the wall behind my desk. It was the Peony Blossom paintings. My wife thinks the paintings are just paint splashed on to a board. But I know better these are works of art; they look beautiful. I am writing a book, and sometimes I stop, not sure what to write next. To overcome this, I stop and stare at the painting; I see it come to life, the wind blowing the blossoms and making them sway backwards and forwards. The blossoms drop off as they sway back and forwards.

The next thing I want to purchase is another CY Twombly painting. I fancy the Natural World. I like its look, and I can imagine all sorts of scenes that the Natural world will generate in my mind.

I have come to love how I can look at art and imagine different scenes and let them come to life in my mind. I can imagine the blossoms in the field. The barbed wire fence surrounds the field. There are bushes between the road and the fence; they have bright yellow flowers that gently sway in the breeze. The sky is a deep blue, with white clouds. Sheep graze in the field; you hear the occasional baa from a sheep; the rest are all busy munching the grass. All this I can see from my desk sat upstairs in my house. Life is great with CY Twombly.