She has the Artist’s Curse
That is for sure.
She never thinks any of her work is any good.
This of course is a lie. All of her stuff is good. I’m not just saying that because I’m attracted to her, no not in the least. I’m saying that because her stuff is honestly good. Sometimes I think she only works on her art when she is low or depressed. This makes for significant pieces. She is not that girl who is going to sit and paint a still life of some fruit. No. She only like chaos and power, untamed at it’s worst… and yet… she hates lightning storms.
She is a walking contradiction.
Like her appearance… She pretends not to care what she looks like. This only her more beautiful to me. No matter what she does, it’s the air she will project around herself.
And in the morning. when she finally rises from her sleep. I have been up for some time… just lying there. Watching her pretend to sleep as I pretend to doze secretly counting my blessings at how lucky I am to share such a quiet sacred moment with this hurricane of a girl… she quietly slips out of bed, I let one eye peek to watch her lazily stretch as I feign sleep. In that quiet moment, seeing something no one else gets to, I know I have led a full life.
It occurs to me that it does not matter if she thinks her work is any good or not. She will work on it because she is an artist and that’s what they do. What matters is that people like me are around to know a good thing when we see it.