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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Art (01/18/07)

TITLE: Unbelievably Speechless
By Joyce Sykes
01/23/07


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“Wow!”

With all of the words in the English language that could describe something of great beauty, wow was the only one I was capable of uttering at this precise moment. I stood before the most magnificent masterpiece of art I had ever seen. The artist had captured even the smallest details in an unbelievable manner. I probably would never have believed someone else’s description had I not seen it myself.

The scene before me was vibrant with rich, flawless colors. A seemingly continual flow of endless mountain ranges stood tall and erect, like a vast battalion of soldiers. Positioned on the front lines were the privates standing at attention, with their sergeants directly behind them. Each rank, lieutenants, majors, and colonels stood in their proper place. The older five-star generals loomed in the distant background. I smiled at the thought of snow-covered peaks resembling an old craggy faced soldier with a heavy stock of white hair, revealing his wisdom and insight.

As I stood taking in each detail of this masterpiece, I realized that near the foot soldiers laid a narrow strand of beautiful soft white sandy beach. Wave after wave lined up to roll swiftly onto the shore, lapping at the miniscule grains of sand that lay along the edge of the water. A few of the breakers appeared to be a soft continuing flow, while their nearest kinfolk rushed in, headstrong, determined to assault the beach for all it was worth. In the distance, the water became heavier, darker, as ocean floor sank deeper under the enormous weight of the salty water.

Others walked up to view this masterpiece, but I was unable to move to another scene yet. There were so many details remaining to be discovered. At impact of the artwork, I once more heard ‘wow’ whispered by one of the newest arrivals. There was little doubt the picture had captured the heart and imagination of yet another viewer.

Quickly, I forgot the others that were discovering that same details, as I began looking once more, hoping to uncover more hidden treasures in the details before me. Painted with varying indescribable shades of blue, the sky seemingly reached down to kiss the water and land at each intersection. In the far distant horizon, there appeared to be a variety of birds in flight over the vast expanse of ocean and land. Near the shore, a few cranes stood as sentries guarding the shore from the approaching sea.

Allowing my eyes to move over each portion of the canvas, I continued to seek each detail buried in within the beauty of the frame. I was not disappointed. In the distance, I identified a small flock of mountain goats, with their long shaggy coats appearing to billow in the air current of the mountainside. Closer by, a lovely doe with her fawn stood in absolutely stillness at the underside of a tall tree.

Standing in total amazement and shock at the enormous detail, I could only think of an old hymn, ‘How Great Thou Art”, especially the line ‘..consider all the worlds Thy hands had made.’ Indeed, my soul wanted to sing out, but somehow I could not break the holy silence that filled the air. Deep within my heart, I could only acknowledge that no artist, dead or alive could ever compete with the masterpiece that my Lord had created.

‘Yes, Lord, You do all things well.’ Quickly I settled in, determined to wait for the sunset. I could not wait to see how the Master Artist would blend all the shades of that event which would arrive in just a little while. Several yards away, a young rabbit hopped into a small clearing under a tree. He lifted his head, glancing around and then munched on a few blades of grass. ‘Yes, Lord, it will be well worth the wait.’


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Donna Emery01/25/07
You scripted a beautiful painting here and I can understand the reaction of the narrator. Nicely done.