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Over and Over and Over Again

Picasso sold only one painting to his brother. I have sold at least ten to my best friends, maybe fifteen. So can I die happy? Not yet. Never understood Monet’s consistent drawings of tree after tree Until I began painting the same face over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over Never getting it “right”. As soon as I am satisfied with it, I can quit painting. Right? I snatch up six canvases. Draw them out one by one. Always starting with the eyes and eyelashes, then the nose. The same exact face, the same pattern. Sometimes I give her elf ears. Other times she has a pixie chin. But the eyes and the nose are always the same. The exact same. Just like Picasso and Monet I am stuck until I feel I have gotten her exactly right. Then I can Die happy….

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Date: 5/27/2020 4:32:00 PM
You're in pretty good company... Me, I'm stuck with those three little pigs. ~ Big, Not-so-Bad Wolf
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/27/2020 10:16:00 PM
I love the three little pigs; cannot wait to see more big poems by the Wolf.

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