Impressions of hue and light being formed

Brush blending paints, almost creating 

A likeness or figure with color adorned

Brush blending paints, paint on the canvas, 

The tints create feelings, both cold and warm

Coat upon coat, the form shifts and bends

The strokes grow ornate, figure created

Stroke upon stroke, the painting brush blends

Developing fast, the form keeps growing

A creature born through layered hopes

Old colors leaving, new hues showing

The brush leads the paint as it travels and roams

The creature, it grows, and grows, and grows

More detailed as time continues

I, on the canvas, am being created

My actions: the brush that my life holds and leads

My aliveness is made, whether heedless or fated

I grow on the canvas, and the paintbrush forms me

And having begun from a thousand abstractions

Events layered together to create who I’ve been

Stroke after brushstroke, I’ll never be finished

As my form shifts and changes

And the painting brush blends