Upon a stark, blank canvas
the artist begins-
brush grasped between
nimble fingerstips
that know the journey well.
Fluid strokes of his chosen hues,
applied with gifted eyes,
clouded from a vision
of what he alone percieves
in his 'sight',
become transformed
to the grainy cloth.
Ideas and thoughts crowd together
in his mind
and tumble outward.
His hand briskly fights
to keep up with their pace.
Contours and lines,
shadows and depth,
muse and inspiration,
all brought forward
by his genius.
Knowing not where they stem from
he only knows he must paint
must create,
must finish.
Artistic beauty lies before him.
Tis his greatest masterpiece yet.
He titles it, 'Self Portrait'
and signs it...
'Unknown.'