Mr Harris

How do you do it? Every time I look at your painting, I’m astonished. The wild brush strokes that capture light on a window pane so perfectly. It’s a photograph, but when I come closer, real close, it’s just paint roaming deliriously on a canvas.

The leaves strewn on the street, randomly clinging to that tree; the baby blue sky watching over everything, it’s a perfect autumn day.

I gaze at your painting often and each time it’s as if it’s the first.