Throw Down the Brush
When we seek the moment
when the creator steps back from the painting
realizing that he or she had shaped
something outrageously perfect,
then we ourselves
transpire though the art.
We may wonder if the artist sensed
that perfect revealing, that apogee,
and how it was understood
that all else now would be
a prelude or a footnote.
When that exactness comes through
it will defy description;
it should not be explained
or the soul of the image will be lost.
Perfection lays in waiting
for the rough canvas of being
to reveal it.
When that happens
throw the brush away.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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