I wish I could paint like Peter Paul Rubes
Or Freida Kahlo or some lesser mortal,
I would be content with the good oil.
O, I wish I could write like William Shakespeare
Or Simone de Beauvoir or some lesser mortal,
I would be happy with the ink in my veins.
I wish I could sculpt like Michael Angelo
Or Camille Claudel or some lesser mortal,
I would be satisfied with the block on which I stood.
O, I wish I could compose like Beethoven
Or had a voice like Callis or some lesser mortal,
I would trill to the trembling of the chords.
Alas it is not to be, I do not compare,
My efforts are miniature but wait, for I too
Can stand tall in the paddock with the great when
I complete my task in art, for I feel lifted that
I have it done.
It may not be grand. It may never win a prize and yet,
It is sufficient that I have made my own art. I do not care,
My art is for me and you my friends to share.
Adrian Kavanagh,
January 09 2009.
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I like this because it reflects my own feelings about art: 'My art is for me and you my friends to share'.
Enough. What more can you ask? I don't want to cut off an ear for my art!
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