Crumbled papers laying on the floor,
Paint scattered along walls and ceilings,
Brushes snapped in half and lay still on the table...
The artist,
Sit still upon her wooden chair,
In this art room decorated,
With childrens' works,
Of paper scarecrows and paintings of lions,
The kiln burns quietly in the corner...
She grabs a new canvas and starts to paint,
Her fingers making the last brush work to the hair,
Streaking lines across the white space,
Discontent.
She snaps the last brush,
Screams with frustration,
Throws her paints at the canvas,
WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?
They splatter all over,
Russian roulette with colors,
Hit and miss,
Purple, green, black, red, blue, violet...
Nothing it seems will come from this...
This atrocious mess that some will call art,
It's not what I need!
It's not what I paint!
And I tug on my hair,
Throwing the painting aside.
Then in a flash it all comes to me,
I was so foolish...To blind to simply see,
I set a new canvas and at night it comes home,
Hung in my livingroom,
Above the fireplace,
Is a sheet of pure white,
For no one can capture you...
Not even me,
So this "painting" will stay here,
And it looks good to me.
Author notes
He asked us what our favourite work of art was... and never could I tell him It was him. The Art Teacher - Rufus Wainwright
Oh this was so fun to write 
I loved the prompt it was very inspiring. Never had I thought to write of this before...It was a wonderful time
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Comments
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You’ve really captured the frustration here, and it’s an original take on the prompt! I really felt the anger expressed, mostly from these two lines -
“It's not what I need!
It's not what I paint!”
The rest is incredibly rich with imagery – I could picture the art room in my head as I was reading it, and the kiln burning in the corner, the warmth from that. And then the idea that the beauty of someone could not be captured adequately in a portrait – that’s lovely!!
Thanks so much for entering – I really enjoyed this piece! Good luck!
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Oh wow...I could really feel the frustation in this piece. In the end, though, it ended very well. I sometimes get that feeling, like inside my mind there's a gallery of portraits that I can never paint.
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