In Process
The painting stares at me
and I at it,
Thinking what’s wrong,
What’s next to commit.
Then guessing at the change’s hue
and color,
Just a brushstroke here
And there
Unlike any other.
Looking takes the longest time
To decide,
What possibilities may come.
How they might reside.
A palette full of choices
Asks what’s next.
Your mind dabbles,
Tries,
Wipes a misjudged cue,
Second-guessing,
Experimenting,
What to do.
It’s evident at last,
What mark is just the one,
To make a painting
Whole before it’s done.
Thom Wright, 2009
The painting stares at me
and I at it,
Thinking what’s wrong,
What’s next to commit.
Then guessing at the change’s hue
and color,
Just a brushstroke here
And there
Unlike any other.
Looking takes the longest time
To decide,
What possibilities may come.
How they might reside.
A palette full of choices
Asks what’s next.
Your mind dabbles,
Tries,
Wipes a misjudged cue,
Second-guessing,
Experimenting,
What to do.
It’s evident at last,
What mark is just the one,
To make a painting
Whole before it’s done.
Thom Wright, 2009
