Hello, there! Avi speaking
First, wow. 11/10. Incredible. This might be my favorite of your work that I've read so far, and let me explain why throughout my review.
Second, I was not expecting that ending, but it is so scary and so sad simply because of how real it is. My mother gave up on herself and her dreams of being an artist (a performing artist) because she felt like she traveled around and never created masterpieces, so she gave it up to stay at home and try and fail to create masterpieces. But even without my personal experience with the contents of this poem, I can relate to this as an artist (an author, singer, and actor, that is, because visual art doesn't come as easily to me), which is an incredible trait for any work of art.
Third, I'm just going to explain why I love each line (or at least every other line).
"Vivid colors pumped from her heart onto the canvas," bleeding her soul into her work, as an artist does.
"As if she was pouring her soul into her craft" See, you get it.
"Her studio was her brain," meaning her art is all-consuming, it's on her mind all the time.
"The electric currents ran through her veins,
It fueled her need for more.
.
More.
."
The power behind emphasizing "more" and giving it a space of its own to live. Gorgeous.
"The woman who stayed home yet created masterpieces,
For others to admire and hang on their walls." Giving away her soul and getting angry because others will never appreciate her soul like she does.
"So, she snapped her paintbrush in half,
Threw away the canvas,
And never looked back." We, just like everyone else in her world, will ask why she did it, and how she did it and never looked back. But she will be content... won't she?
Anyway, incredible writing as always <3
Points: 652
Reviews: 18
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