A Lesson In Painting.

Paint what you see, not what you know
See the abstractions that exist in nature, in realism,
the worlds contained within worlds,
of mystery and fantasy,
of illusions and distortions.
It becomes a matter of perception
Opening doors to universes.

Paint what you see, and learn the
language of nature, of Art,
immersed in millions of textures, shades,
colors and lines.
It becomes a matter of composition
of learning the many songs of nature

Paint what you see, and define your
own tools, ways that meet your own temperment
there are no rules, no laws
Paint because you feel,  and think, and cry and love.

Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view. 

Edgar Allan Poe

"Nature" is what we see by Emily Dickinson

"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity. 

Art by Fatima Rizvi