A day I think not of thee 's yet to come:
Since knew I of existence of thy life
Of other constant thoughts I've been made dumb;
I have not time to dwell on other strife.
There are such endless beauties to explore
Within thee, that alone - just in thy sphere.
Why, then, return to none with beauty more;
Despite discov'ry great, live something drear?
Aft sleeping on feathers, one shan't want stone;
Aft looking upon thee, what is the Earth?
If not for one sweet sight, grey monotone
Above which no things rise and none have worth;
But as it is, a sweetness thou doth lend
To poor, grey Earth, making vital amend.
My Magnum Opus, 21st March, 2001
This is it. My Mona Lisa. What else can I say?
Hmm. Well, I don't know. A year and a half on, I can SAY quite a bit. Artists are full of themselves if anyone is! Blinded by their own supposed genius! I dearly love this picture and if it were crease-proof I would sleep with it. But, it is very wrong. His face is. I will try again sometime. I was more careful with this one than any other ever and took more time. I think it shows in the body/hands, but I could have used the same concentration in his face. I remember the night I started this one, actually. I can't remember what I was drinking, but I started to draw with my paper laid out on the floor. I got up to change the CD in the player and when I looked back down I was like, Hey, Steven Tyler's on my bedroom floor! then I lay down and promptly fell asleep on top of it. What a heartwarming tale. It is a beautiful picture because of the beautiful pose. Someday I will do it proper justice.
