A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A PAINTER
Each morning the sun rises
Contradicting the idea of gravity
I enter the studio
Slip into my chair
Gather words
Organize random thoughts
I pick up yesterday’s thread and follow
As I take my place before the easel
Pathways open
Color takes on new meanings
At first, I am self-conscious
To paint a straight line impossible
Make corrections
Begin again
Slowly I pick up speed
Forget who is painting
Who is thinking
Who is seeing
I become everyone who has ever painted
Everyone who has ever struggled to express themselves
I create soul patterns with paint
Ideas come and go
Sometimes they are familiar
Like puzzle pieces that easily slip into place
The extra pieces I put into my pocket
June 27, 2018
annellannell 