The Artistic Me Is a Hairy Thing

Orange hair, brown hair, yellow hair, sometimes called blonde. Green hair, black hair, blue hair, purple hair, lavender for old ladies. Yellow, blue and orange hair, a vivid combination. Pink, purple and white hair, one of my favorite paintings actually. Blue and orange hair, needed yellow for the “pop” effect. I dab on a little yellow, but it gets smeary, and I know I should have left it alone. Pink and purple hair, needed some white. I will not waste any more time, Start over on a new canvas. I am making a little note to myself: stop making all of my dolls red-headed with Green eyes. Why I do that is obvious, they are my cutest ones, for some odd reason. Hair here, hair there, hair everywhere, and the eyes never stand out as much as I had hoped. So here I am concentrating on the hair again. Being an artist is taxing and telling. I have revealed more to myself about myself in four years of being a canvas painter than the sixty years prior to being a canvas painter. To add poetry to the fray, was a coup. I doubt I have ever known myself this well. I am confident my grandchildren who may not be interested now, may be interested later. They will have a lot of things to remember me by as I am leaving legacies along the way ahead of their interest.