my paints are waiting for me
my paints are waiting eagerly for me to return
an art studio of my dreams inside my garage
I am not ready to paint yet, unsure why.
Maybe it is because I have done it too many hours lately.
with nothing to show, because I am working on twelve simultaneously.
nothing is getting finished.
the trouble is the expense of paints.
When I pour out yellow, I have to use all of it.
I used to put the left overs on a door.
But the door is so saturated with paint now, it weighs six tons.
I can barely open and close it.
So here I sit, finishing up all the paint on two more paintings.
Now I am working on fourteen simultaneously.
Wishing I was not so cheap.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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