The Artist

He stands looking at the virgin canvas mounted before him

His eyes grazing over the surface

Slowly walking around

A ray of light beams through the window

Its rays dancing across canvas

The artist notices how the delicate the light falls from every angle

How the light tries to engulf the canvas

All at once his mind begins to stir

Then he walks thoughtful towards the canvas

Wanting to capture the picture his mind’s eye is holding

He grabs hold of a piece of scrap paper and quickly he draws a rough picture

Placing the paper down

He glances at the canvas

Thus making sure the canvas is perfect for his Masterpiece

He runs his hand smoothly over the surface

Looking for any slight imperfections before he starts his work

As his fingers stroke the canvas they find some uneven surfaces

Gathering some fine sand paper

He gently prepares the area,

Sanding the area smoothly

And as he does he notices how some areas become smooth easily

While other areas take time and effort

But he knows how important it is to make sure his creation will be perfect.

Once he is happy with his canvas he places the paper down

Then taking a walk he moves around once more adjusting the easel

Making sure that the light would hit it just so

Then he picks up his brush

And with a might stroke the canvas is awaken

Then again and again

It suddenly takes on structure and form.

No longer a blank piece of canvas

It has taken on another appearance

The colours all blend.

A stroke here and smudge there

The canvas is starting to evolve

It awakens taking on a form of its own

As he continues his work he takes a momentary break

And survey’s the canvas

He smiles to himself

Knowing that his life work has just started

Emms

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