There is beauty in paint

Stroke here

Stroke there

But ‘Twas not perfect yet,

For she needs portrayal in the most

Gorgeous way

Just like her.

The way the hair falls,

A curl of light

Stroke here

Stroke there

Wrong stroke

Wrong line

Slightly wrong curl

Colors too dark

Unlike her.

Tear it up

Rip

Start again

Not like her

The light falls just right

I can’t create that light

Not the grace or the

Dance...

When Zelda walked in, I couldn’t keep my eyes from looking anywhere but her.

She was _beautiful_.

Her hair was a dark brown, and in the sun sparkled almost golden.

Her face was pale, but fair and sharp.

Amber eyes lite up her face, and dark lashes fluttered up and down.

Her nose was straight with a small bump.

Zelda was beautiful in an artist’s eye; in my eyes she was divine.

Every angle of ...

“It takes years to paint perfection”

I tell that to anyone that asks

Why are you taking so long when normally your masterpieces take only weeks?

Why is barely any paint on the canvas?

Why do you just stare at that poor girl for hours on end?

Perfection

How can you paint utter perfection?

How can you even put something that beautiful on a canvas without taking away some of thier glory?

The g...

Sitting there on the unworthy stool, I almost want to pull it away and bring in the perfumed couch. But of course I can’t do that, now. You’re comfortable already, fanning yourself in the heat and humidity of the day. The flaps of the tent are still; there is no breeze today, but you are so deserving of one. I can’t bring my eyes away from yours, anyhow. This whole time, the whole three hours I’ve...

Reds as dark as the color of blood. Blues shining like a sparkling ocean. Yellows as bright and radiant as the sun. These are the colors I am used to using while painting scenery or portraits, but they aren’t good enough for the woman in front of me. Not even a little bit.

She has dark, luscious wavy black hair, and expressive light brown eyes that sparkle in the candlelight. Cheeks lightly dust...

I love my job. I do what I love and people want it. Never do something you love and are good at for free.

I put my mind and soul into what I paint. And today I am only drawing eyes, something that I have had a fascination with since I discovered my love for watercolor. I can do acrylic and even just charcoal or chalk, and I am just as good at it too. But that doesn’t matter. I am also good at th...

I have spent my whole life

Loving others "too much"

More than myself

More than life

I have loved to hard

too intensely

too invasively

But i don't think i have

i believe the real issue

is that my love language goes

far too under appreciated

far too often

Shakespeare wrote with so much passion

Just as Michelangelo painted

Everyone love the artists that loves too much and too hard and too i...

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” I mutter slamming the car door closed.

“Stupid. It’s all stupid.” I scream at the top of my lungs.

I’m at a hill, a 10 minute drive away from my house in the pouring rain. It’s isolated, perfect.

I jump and scream. My body’s getting drenched but who cares at this point. Clearly not me.

I storm to the trunk of my car and pull out a golf club that the old owner left in ...

Never been chosen

Never been it

Never been asked

If they can paint my portrait

Inside I have colors but

To others

I’m gray

I want them to see me but

They look away

Ok, I’ll stop

It’s too sad

But that’s because it’s true

I just don’t have charisma

And there’s nothing I can do

If only there was something

I could be

That adds value to you

But I’m not what you want

Nothing you can use

I’m ...

It was an expected average Thursday of refining another memorial portrait. Either the family lost their photos in a natural disaster, or would like a colored version of the monochrome portrait. I've been painting realistic replicas for 48 years now -- and I'd say that no person would be able tell the difference between my painting and a color film. They call me the Undead da Vinci, and to be hones...