Painter Comments

What a remarkable poem! You take us i-n-s-i-d-e the creative moment so that we can observe the process without disturbing it. We see the determination of the artist to achieve something personal and unique; she won't settle for the mediocre and this means she has to work long and hard. This is called ARTISTIC INTEGRITY and your poem displays it with convincing force. You have given me a lesson in the INNER commitment of the painter I will not forget. This poem opened my eyes as only an account by an actual painter can do. It's a major keeper! !

This is an amazing portrait of the painter's INNER experience of painting. It tells me things about the very ACT of painting I never knew and could never learn just by myself. So you have taken me inside your experience as a painter and without saying anything specific you have given me the CREATIVE EXPERIENCE. This is a keeper! (Do you know that idiom: it refers to a fisherman catching a fish big enough to ear so he doesn't throw it back the lake - good for the fisherman, bad for the fish!)

I have Pam to thank for directing me to your poem. She knows that I have added a sketch to a poem and encourages me to keep drawing and writing. She is so right and I am so happy that I came I was able to glimpse a tiny corner of the palette. Wonderful............

Lovely poem. I used to feel this way when playing music. It is a solitary activity, but very fulfilling...and art is always there for you when there is no one else. Thanks for sharing.

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you wrote beautifully, Negar.

oh.. the title..! :) 'La pittrice' Ciao

here is an Italian translation of your poem.. for you.. - - - - - - - Seduta di fronte al cavalletto come se volesse abbracciarlo, Fissando per lunghe ore un quadro Che nessun altro può vedere E disegnando linee sconfinate - Proiezioni del suo cuore Che solo il suo pennello può seguire. Passano le ore, Sempre pitturando, Come se lei fosse parte di quel quadro - E si assottiglia come un pennello, Per poi morire sullo sgabello su cui siede. Nessuno sa, Nessuno la può udire, Ma mentre dipinge Lei parla a quel ritratto E a volte affiorano lacrime Che nessuno coglie. Il ritratto è cheto e paziente ascolta: Senza mai una critica, è sempre disponibile, Mai la lascia sola. - - - - - - - - Cheers

'a glimpse of how I feel while painting! ' a nice description of that feeling.. it would be even nicer if a picture came along with the poem - one painted by you..