A year or two back, my friend Nic
And her buddy swore "I'll paint two pic
Tures a day!" Her friend did a few,
But Nic...
Persevered. Now she's near a thou
Sand acrylic panels. I feel cow
Ed by her discipline. I could never do
Two a day--so detailed! Not even two
A week.
Impressive too. She's now so tech
Nically complex. Her mastery of mass,
Value, shadow perspec and reflec
Tive and tion have grown. But to my bewil
Derment, composition and hue are still
Weak after marathon work! Why'd just two
Traits get so stuck?
Nic says "I journal-paint. Only dare scenes
I really saw that day. Your fancied beings,
Settings or deeds--I rule out." Precisely po
Lar opposite of my dream-art! I lack real mo
Dels for my work;
For me, recall is all. Reinspired, I spread art
Buried in folders for months. Skeletal il
Lustrations of epic dreams. At least ten
Sketched, composed well. But dour dark
hues, crude lines. Clean up! But it's ten,
Not a thousand. A day's work. My skill
Will do--if I'll just do my will.
Draw out the cork!