You'll never really understand me you know..
You can try if you want,
but I'm an intricate piece of art
where there's really no leveled commonground
in which viewers can stand and study every line
or brushstroke that blends in
with the meticulous imagery
trying to be conveyed by the Painter.

To some, I look like a work of Monet
and others - Picasso.

My complexities magnify themselves
in the spotlight
whether through the eyes of an elderly man with cataracts
or a 7- year old child with an intuitive imagination.

If you stand too close your perception is limited, hazy
but glance at the masterpiece from the back of the room
and you can see the big picture.
Ahh, now the intent is more evident
and the textured canvas of color is clearer.
Now how do you see me?

A collage of chalk and charcoal,
oil paints and acrylic,
crayons and colored pencils,
pen ink and pencil lead -
All elements used on one girl.

But its not yet finished you see.
The work that has started is just beginning,
just beginning in me and everything is undone;
sort of waiting for the grand unveiling
of the finished portrait,
perfected by the Artist's hand,
gazed upon by the Artist's eyes,
touched by the Artist's fingers.

So, for now don't hold your breath.
But expect to marvel at a finished painting
of breathing, living poetry.

11/11/2000

Author's Note: written four years ago.. for some reason i don't think its as good as i thought it was when i wrote it.. any thoughts?

Posted on 09/02/2004
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