Scribbles

The Painter

Once again resided on her painters chair,

Surrounded by a orderly scatter of brushes, cans, rags, and towels.

She sits its in absolute silence majority of her time.

She finds herself wandering about no matter where she's at.

As if everything in front of her is a new wonder and sight she has never come across.

She takes everything into account.

Distance, temperature, lighting, shades, and shapes.

Her mind is a trap in which details cannot escape from for they are what make her who she is.

Painter: 'I do not know how long I have been seated in front of this canvas... Yet I find myself more and more invested as time passes by. It's as if the colors are of their own mind. Telling me how to put this together... Like a puzzle of liquid that only my steady hand can craft.'

She collects herself before gently applying each stroke of the brush.

For each stroke contains an enormous weight of possibility.

The simply flick of her wrist could bring a whole new tone and meaning to her work.

How carefully she selects her tools to commit to her canvas.

How her posture never wavers.

She sits as if she was a statue.

In hopes her mind, which grows more weary with every passing moment, steadies itself to produce the picture that is trapped in her mind.

For she needs to release the image that hangs, tauntingly in her head.

She bares the weight of her burdens in her imagination.

For they fuel the inspiration for her progress.

She does not fail for she is the only one to make her dream, reality.

Lonesome work indeed for one to be trapped in their own mind, for days, weeks, years at a time.

In hopes that some day, someone understands them through their work.

The picture before someone else's eyes,

Filling another's head without having to utter a sound,

Or read a letter.

Bringing such color and beauty to the world that may never be able to be create ever again.

The painter painstakingly pours paint on to her work,

And in doing so,

She is pouring herself onto it as well.

All for the hope, that someone will look at the world,

As she does.