With brush in hand and canvas primed
The masterpiece awaits me
I narrow my sights and broaden my mind
Allowing the canvas to paint me.
The starkness of newly primed linen
Should inspire a brush stroke or line
Dabbling with color, perspective and weight
Its blankness seeps into my mind
What hues would it choose to portray me
What depths of the shadows and light
The canvas has captured me clearly
A blank canvas in soft shades of white.