I spilt oil on art paper yesterday
You made it look like a map
dry twigs
pencilled on stains
-an artistic twist
on a talent I never had
You sold it
with due credits to me
-originator of the art
Mentor, where would I be
without you?
I’m eternally grateful
-but the hollowness
sings in my ears
dries my throat
turning hoarse a voice
which is not mine
give me a fresh canvas
let me paint myself
look into the mirror
confidently
and be proud
of the face I see
but recognize with some effort
Image credit – Mary Frances
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This is very moving and introspective Reena, well crafted!
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Thank you, Rob! I’m not sure if all favored ones go through the impostor’s syndrome.
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I think almost all art is based on finding something from the first pencil stroke, or maybe the way the marble works… so finding one in a Rossach stain is also art.
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Guess art is an interaction between the inner and outer. Thank you, Bjorn!
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I think art can be found in the most unexpected places. The spill ignited the passion to create something by your own hand.
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Covering up can be beautiful ☺
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I like the thought of turning spilt oil into art.
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One can work on stains of any kind with a different medium.
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