A Beautiful Portrait

Art is my skill. My craft recreates what the eye Beholds - And I am her humble beholder. Today I shall paint a beautiful portrait- Of what? Mother Nature is a fine mistress, Her crystal blue seas, Her verdant greens. Ahh yes, a fair maiden is what my muse Provides with her sweet and innocent face- A gorgeous angel is what would be her race. What about the portrait of the working Man, who sacrifices himself for one single Conquest - giving his family the best. Or should I paint the tortured Woman with her suffering from Unjust hands, Casted away as a second man. But then my painting would lack truth. A beautiful lie to gather the masses, The ugly truth behind the fresh multitude of colour. My art, my craft- What truth do you bring? Or was there any to find. Or am I just a foolish man forming the mask. Exchanging authenticity for my soulless Actors - The world is now my canvas.