In some way of every day,
I raise my pencil to sketch a life,
to open my heart,
surrender to passion,
to free the spirit inside of me.
Through faded strokes,
in tones of grey,
I open the eyes and lift the smile,
moving through sinews
of muscle and mass,
the body form flows
genuine and free.
Provoked to respect,
again and again,
the essence of creation,
compelled to walk
it through anew.
My mind’s perfection,
never quite achieved,
left to creative flaws,
clinging to the hope
of a better tomorrow.
And so it goes,
with every line,
with every shadow,
the soul breaks forth
and comes to life.
Somewhere underneath
the lead and the graphite,
interwoven through
the revelation of dark and light,
forever ascribed to canvas and frame,
lies the work of a life…an artist’s point of view.
Copyright © 2003 By Cheryl A. Lavender
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