Jennifer F. // HOW TO PAINT A PICTURE

The wooden handle packed with fibers,

is waiting for the presence of your hand

to gently hug its neck.

 

You have to submerge the brush into water:

relieving the tension

And quenching it’s thirst

like the essential flood during a drought.

 

The paint,

an acrylic polymer emulsion and pigment,

begs of you to be careful.

It does not want to intrude

the striped party on your shirt.

 

The white canvas.

So imperfectly perfect,

with its perfect texture,

perfect shade,

perfect frame.

It silently screams for diversity.

 

The brush meets the canvas.

Their small argument turns into war,

with the brush beating its opponent

and leaving battle scars behind.

But their brawls always seem to add dimension and life

into your masterpiece.

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