the smaller i become


Artist in his Studio by Rembrandt


expressionless…
as dull as ochre splattered walls
hissing create…

images paint splatter my thoughts,
but refuse to reach my brush…

the longer I stare at the canvas
the smaller I become…

art is the heroin(e) pumping
through my brain…

but empty white space
mocks my addiction…

©susie clevenger 2015

Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge ~ Ekphrasis

Comments

brudberg said…
Oh that pressure of an empty canvas...
August 30, 2015 at 1:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Perfect
August 30, 2015 at 1:01 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
the longer I stare at the canvas
the smaller I become…

This carries the full measure of epigram, so apt and universal in its depiction of the artist.
August 30, 2015 at 3:27 AM
Fireblossom said…
The heroine, with an "e". I love that.
August 30, 2015 at 6:38 AM
Grace said…
I specially admire this part:

the longer I stare at the canvas
the smaller I become…

That emptiness mocks all of us ~
August 30, 2015 at 7:18 AM
Other Mary said…
Great metaphor, Susie. I noticed the disparity in size of art to artist too.
August 30, 2015 at 10:13 AM
Isadora Gruye said…
The longer I stare at the canvas the smaller I become....very similar to "blank page" syndrome in writers. Well done and viva la
August 30, 2015 at 12:50 PM
Susmit said…
Creativity cannot go better....what an apt way to figure that dissonance between the sizes and weaving such a meanigful story...an amazing write!
August 30, 2015 at 1:27 PM
Helen said…
When inspiration fails, I often feel like shrinking, disappearing. Your poem describes it perfectly!
August 31, 2015 at 8:27 AM
Lolamouse said…
This painting gave me the same feeling!
September 1, 2015 at 9:27 AM
Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said…
Really captured this feeling for me--Lovely, lovely write!
September 1, 2015 at 5:50 PM
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