I am writhing canvas.
Wavering and asserting self.
Art telling the Artist what’s what.
Oil and pigment smear muddy.
Brushstrokes tipped in light.
I cloud brilliance with gloom.
Yet... Yours.
Pour Your own bloody gesso over failures.
Cover darkness with dignity.
Drown fear.
Flood texture onto slick surface.
Soak into fibers tightly wound.
Distribute hue.
Purpose.
Burnish the riot.
Chase with umber and stain.
Wash. Alter value and tint.
Teach me to still under Your sketching.
To pause as You shade and dramatically highlight.
May I never wander beyond the spectrum of Your palette.
Despite me. Make art of me.
