Emergence

I almost painted over this one. HA!

You see, I was fine till I painted his head and torso. But the 'nether regions'...forget it. They were all over the place. Just could not get the right perspective!

So I thought okay then, have it your own way.

I flipped the canvas over, took a whole bunch of white on a broad brush and went to it like a mad woman.

Thank goodness I stopped in time though! Because when I flipped it back, it was just the thing! Exactly what the painting needed.

I love it when that happens! Now he looks so wonderfully wishy washy. :D

What's in your cigarette?

A dear dear friend tagged me in a note on FB:

In Asbury Park, NJ

by Edwin Romond

It is the end
of my first day
without a cigarette
and I've come here
to breathe
the ocean air; feel
my lungs fill with life
instead of smoke and,
at Asbury Park,
swear to myself
I will never again
inhale what subtracts
even one future chance
to walk this beach,
see these waves,
and feel my heart beat
to the music
of this boardwalk
carousel turning
like the earth
where tonight
I live.

{You can also read it here}

Its a lovely poem, isn't it? I love it when my friends tag me to beautiful posts.

But that was not all. After the poem, she begs the question...

What is your cigarette? What is the smoke that fills your life?

For me, it had ever been doubt.

I smoked doubt
wrapped in sheaves
of self worth.

But not anymore.
Not anymore...

The sheaves
have since unfolded
and the ashes, scattered
to the winds.