THE ARTIST

FOR A SHORT TIME I WATCHED HER GRACEFUL HANDS ADDING PERFECT ADDITIONS OF BLUES AND REDS ON AN EMPTY CANVAS OF WHITE.
TRANSFORMING IMAGES WITH A STROKE OR 2 OF THE BRUSH AS I HELD ON TIGHT
I WAS AMAZED BY THE IMAGES THAT WERE BECOMING TRANSFERRED FROM THE INSIDE OUT
THERE WAS NO DOUBT THAT I WAS AMAZED
I WAS TOUCHED BT THE TECHNIQUE USED BEFORE ME
IT WAS SO SUTTLE SO EFFORTLESS
EVERY STRIDE AND SPLASH IN PLACE
EVERY COLOR JUXTAPOSING ITSELF NATURALLY
SO BEAUTIFUL , SO TASTEFUL
THE PICTURE STARTED TO TAKE SHAPE
AS I STARED I STARTED TO SMILE
IT WAS ME STANDING THERE BEHIND THE ARTIST
LIKE LOOKING INTO A MIRROR
BUT THE CLOSER I STARED AT IT
THE MORE I WANTED TO TURN AWAY
BECAUSE I WAS SMILING THE WHOLE TIME IN REALITY SHE PAINTED ME SO PERFECTLY
BESIDES THE PAINTING HAD TEARS IN MY EYES
ALL MY FEARS AND BLACK SPOTS WERE NO LONGER VAGUE
SHE RECOGNIZED MY INNER PLAGUE
AS I STARED AT THE ARTIST
SHE SAID DON’T BE AFRAID
I’VE PAINTED PPL THE SAME WAY I PAINTED YOU MANY TIMES BEFORE THIS WAY……..IN SHOCK I REPLY,
NEXT TIME DO ME A FAVOR AND ASK PERMISSION NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE TO USE THAT SHADE OF GRAY AS
I WALKED AWAY

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