A brush to stroke
my oil paints,
layer upon layer
of saturated color
it never dries,
for I never wait.
because art is never finished!
...and maybe that isn't true,
I just know *my own accounts of
what I go through:
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I never seem to get the product
to match the painting inside my head.
I keep painting...
keep stroking,
long after everyone I know
might as well be dead.
I try to force my vision out of my head.
But it is so perfect
and the canvas hardly yields
a picture that is worth it,
*so I paint words and sounds instead.
I see myself now,
I'm not a perfectionist as I was always labeled.
I believe it's that thing OCD people are always talking about.
I just have to do it over and over and eventually ruin the painting I tried to perfect.
