As always, the painting never looks like the image I carry
in my head.
As always it has a mind of its own.
This worries me. This image on
my canvas is alien to me.
I don’t know where it came from. But, I am committed
I must own it.
I must own the happy faces that are not as dramatic
as I planned.
I must own the quilted background that is too overwhelming.
There is so much I want to add to the
painting, but already it is busy busy busy.
I am not surprised. Busy has become
I have no control.
I must own busy busy busy.
It is a perfect
representation of what is in my head.
Too many ideas. Expectations. Dreams.
fighting to be heard and hoping for a spot on the canvas.
I pine for
simplicity. I envy the uncomplicated.