One Womans Art

Picturesque, postcard perfect
paintings, perhaps perfection
was the problem. Sticking to
realism no matter how stark,
her passion. The sea scape's
the lush Forrest's, though
something missing. Her works
sold making her rich beyond
her imagination, still she
longed for excitement of
the new, different.
She took a long working
vacation, going through
small towns until she came
upon an old town, that had
the air of old age with all
it's aches and pains. Salt and
wind had weathered the
buildings, picking away at
the paint, scarring the windows
no frills or gingerbread here.
Each building served it's purpose.
Dry goods, post office, pharmacy.
Here she found what she had longed
for. A old lighthouse, a sturdy cottage,
old everywhere. She found herself
in the paintings day after day
capturing beauty where it was not.