Surreal to be sitting on this afternoon pedestal as the air rests quietly hushed to perfect posture.
Daring to accept oneself on a higher plane of worth as the brush moves tenderly awakened to hinted beauty.
When looking at paintings, I'm often drawn to portraits. I wanted to do a poem exploring that personal sense of elevation felt by the portrait model. When you look at portraits of women throughout history, the painter does seem to know what makes his subject shine within.