A Poem by willbradley

A peak into process I guess

The pencil in my hand thrums the paper.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
My consideration takes the form of percussion.
The tapping marks the bank white sheet.
it's a start.
I erase the marks, but not completely.
I forgoe my references,
giving my mind space to breathe.
I think a moment longer
Resigning myself, I scribble automatically.
What forms, forms.
Setting out to create, i practice instead.
First, non-descript marks no man would understand but me.
Intuitively I find a comfortable space on the page.
my tongue sticks out a little. In concentration.
I brace it with my teeth. Because I'm classy.
The lines grow confident, fast, easy.
they settle into a calm slow stipling as I near the end.
I erase or smudge to highlight and smooth.
The texture of the image pretends to be something other than what is really there.
I blow away the crumbs from my eraser.
the image is finished.
I'm not displeased.
I'm not proud either.
it's benign. mediocre.
it reflects my current state.
I wonder if it reflects me.
I try again.

© 2021 willbradley

Author's Note

I draw a lot. Just some thoughts on how it often goes. I think a lot of artists go through something similar, maybe.

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Added on September 15, 2021
Last Updated on September 15, 2021
Tags: Art, contemplative, humor, meditation



Kingman, AZ

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