A blank canvas is in a way complete,
But if left blank it becomes terribly boring, terribly quickly.
Most will start their painting with a base coat,
With their hands guided by the knowing hands of established artists,
And if they’re lucky they’ll get a good strong emulsion suitable for all weathers.
Then comes the point when they alone are solely entrusted with the brush,
Some are tentative, growing slowly in confidence into a potential later bloom.
Others are born wild and impulse pushes them to make heady technicolour decisions,
With occasional strokes of genius merrily embellished though they are in the mistakes of the 1st 2nd & 3rdattempts.
Some canvases will collect only a few smudges or fearful fecks easy to dismiss,
And I guess these are the saddest sight,
All the outlines were drawn but the blueprints left unimagined,
Through an ignorance to embrace or just plain old lack of opportunity,
But for those whose fortunes provided them with something less than the strongest base coat,
Their hope lies in their tenacity.
Their deeply layered drive for something new, something better, something different,
The chance to take ownership of their initial vulnerable design and turn it into a masterpiece.