our pictures, like our words, will often say
more of the artist than the thing portrayed:
our prejudice and all the debts we owe.
Each charcoal stroke a deadly hammer blow;
those ugly thoughts alive in black and grey.
Exposing all the lies to light of day –
the things that no one wants to know, we know.
I think about you every single day –
your ghost will break my canvas just for show.
I don't have much, but this is all I know:
you whisper in my ear, and I obey.
I think about you face down in the sea
and wish to God that you would let me be!
|Young Woman Drawing - Marie-Denise Villers|