I just took things at face value
I mean literally
It is what it is
An image in high
contrast
Black and white
It reminds me of the ivories
And how you tickle them
I must have painted the crescendos too
I studied your face
Every curve, every crease
The troughs and the shadows
I witnessed them all
I sketched your frame
I measured your features
Knowing one day they will change
You will grow
You will mature
You will have more expressions or
Maybe less
Time will tell
I used painterly strokes
And enjoyed every bit of it
Every mistake is a lesson
I erase it as it comes
Then I paint again
Hopeful
But this captured time
Is what I tried to convey
Stilliness, contemplation
A bit of confusion
Or calculation
I don’t know
You’re looking away
So I can’t see any reflection
In your eyes
But this is just a portrait of you
It is what it is
At face value.

December 24, 2012