Bent Canvas
Back hunched, intent with purpose
sitting before a canvas, aching feet go unnoticed as
body follows line
eyes trace shape
fingers explore texture
Mind expands, contracts, pushes through veins of paint
Thoughts intertwine with form, expression, emotion,
and bleed red onto the white fabric
Life is breathed into a single swath of material covering a wooden frame, and the piece
is
finished.
This poem is about:
Me