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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  • Joe Ram on Aug 18, 2011

    Hope you can achieve what you want one day.

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