The artist stands within the studio
walled within the vitreous humor
peering out through the pupils
hiding their self from the models
as the artist sketches
thousands a day.
Faces are sketched quickly
the more often the faces appear
the more vibrant the sketches turn.
As the faces slip out of view
slowly the image fades
and the artist
smudges the paint splatters
trying to capture
what once was familiar.
In time the artist begins to tire
collecting all the pieces off the floor
the studios curtain begins to close
lights out
and the artist struggles
to grab each piece
smudging parts
altering the faces to be retained
within their memory.
Off to the museum
the tired artist goes
decades upon decades upon decades old
the walls are full
and the dust has collected
the artist tired
begins to dust
missing specks.
At least once a decade
its time to rummage through
burning pieces of art
allowing space
for new faces
as others become forgotten
because space isn’t infinite.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 