I consider the ‘peanut crunching crowd’ watching
Such days are disappearing like ink dipped in water
Distant, less important – I am in the painting but not seen (completely)
Now my colours are building – becoming more solid – like a statue
Smooth, contoured and considered – briefly at least
No need any more to hide under the house; to prepare for the worst
Perhaps this painting of mine is reaching the end – as much as any picture is a moment in time
Perhaps I will be the Mona Lisa – a secret smile wondered over
I’d prefer to value being almost invisible as my colours blend with the blue skies
Learning to mother myself – to be enough for myself
And so the days unfold – always learning, always painting and playing with words.
- (‘peanut crunching crowd’ taken from Sylvia Plath – Lady Lazuras)
- (To be enough for myself – taken from Sinead O’Connor – This Is To Mother You’)
JAE ROSE 
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