the painter

come come ..
sit down ...
let me paint your picture...


i see you as a canvas vast and white
holding within untold imagination ,
capable of being anything i wish it to be ..

first strokes...
colour pencils...
hetching...cross hetching..
making sure every detail of yourself is reflected on my canvas..
but the perspective is wrong...
the eyes.. the nose .. the ears..the mouth..the cheeks..

my palette dirtied from my last use,
squishy squashy paint oozing through tubes..
ahhh!!
bright pretty colours...yet none of them i can use..
mixing
vermilion with crimsonfor thy lips ... all full and luscious..
yellow orchre and burnt umber for thy hair hanging in light bounces on the head
burnt umber with a pinch of ultra marine for thy eyes...
veridian with sap green for the natural vegetation just behind you, while you sit on my wooden stool...
and alast.. the most important...
thy face...
vermilion for luster
lemon yellow for brightness
burnt sienna as the base
burnt umber for shadows
ultramarine for outlines
titanium white for highlights..
wet points ..dry points...
emphasis
contrast
tonal values

a multitude of factors running through my head...
not just artist are we ...
we are scientist... mathematician..inspiration for the world
we hide our meanings in our strokes ...
where is the focus what is the surroundings...
ahh ...
such meanings .. profound theorem trapped on a piece of plain white canvas..
a picture paints a thousand words ..

our job is to find the words with meanings .. the words that fit ...
the words that best describe...you....