My Art Is At a Standstill
I do not pick up a canvas because I am bereft.
I am idea-less. My good paintings are done.
Why would I want to waste time on bad paintings?
I have not even liked the last two at all.
They took me over three weeks, and I hate them.
I look for a redeeming quality, and it is not there.
I do not like the shape, the subject, or the colors I used.
I have not finished two of them because I do not like them
Enough to finish them.
I do
not
care
if they
are
ever
finished.
Painting was an all-encompassing compulsion for four years.
Am I over it?
God, I hope not.
It was the most relaxing hobby I have ever had.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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