Poem about the joy of drawing, pyrography and embroidery as well as the wish that the art will one day sell.
It is not that I am complaining
I love to draw and burn and embroider
Its just that sometimes
just sometimes
why cant it come out of my head?
I have been drawing dragons since I was a teenager yet to this day only one dragon is mine
and that///just his head and neck
Practice makes perfect and on the the to Carnegie hall and all
but really half a century and still not one original dragon?
pitiful
truly
still I do love my copyright free designs and comfort myself
that I add abit of my own…none of them come out, after all, picture perfect
pardon the pun
and who knows even if the girls never sold, never even got a look or a comment…
in their beautigful wall niche at eye level in the new gallery…
one of these days I hope to have a place of my own, a tipi again
but sell anything any and everything except tourist trap tipi paraphernalia
I want to sell my work
‘One of these days
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