While reading a Portrait of the Artist

Art is a guess at the future

I always painted people I wanted to meet.

It was nice, being young, and so naïve,

To think the future would hold such sweet,

Unique, and guessable personalities.

But as I’ve grown I’ve come to find,

People as predictable as the weather

And the models rendered in my mind,

Just ghosts of old friends blending together.

But I’ll paint you, if you’re out there. I’ll try,

And if wavy brown curls and green eyes belie you,

I’ll paint someone else with different hair,

And hope my brush will not deny you.

 

But draw me, too, in lonely sketch pads.

And paint my life into a portrait.

If we should meet and compare works,

And find each other to adore it,

We would both be better artists for it.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[LouieBee]

Yeah. I don't see why you'd have to paint them, why not take a picture?

[Epipsychologist]

Because we create identities for the people we meet. But this gives me an idea for a poem about how pictures don't show us who we are, they show us who we were.

[MOON]

Lovely write , some say artists walk with the Gods perhaps so love the line paint my life into a portrait .

[Wondering Mind]

Very creative on this otherwise common theme...I wonder if it is always that what one wishes for is basically a mix of past experiences (the best of, I would imagine)..