Painting by Numbers, With Invisible Paint
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Painting by Numbers, With Invisible Paint
I bought the kit because it promised mastery—
all I had to do was stay inside the lines and trust the legend.
Number 1: Confidence (a bold cerulean).
Number 2: Vision (something between sunrise and rent due).
Number 3: Depth (apply generously).
I uncapped the paint—nothing.
A brush dipped in optimism,
dragged across a canvas as blank as my browser history in incognito mode.
Still, I obeyed the arithmetic.
Filled in 4 with decisive strokes, outlined 7 like I meant it.
The numbers disappeared under my diligence,
leaving behind the faint, smug scent of effort.
From a distance, I declared it a landscape.
Up close, it was more of a philosophy.
Guests tilt their heads.
“Mmm,” they say, admiring the negative space like it’s curated.
I nod, solemn as a docent of nothing,
murmuring about minimalism and the tyranny of pigment.
Truth is, I love the ritual—
the quiet counting,
the click of brush against rim,
the steady lie that structure equals substance.
One day, perhaps, a color will show up unannounced—
bleeding past its assigned square, ruining the symmetry,
making a mess of my careful compliance.
Until then, I’ll keep painting what you can’t see,
number by number, masterpiece by maybe.
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This ekphrastic poem's title is the ninth line from one of my earlier poems, that poem was made up of incomplete sentences, that somehow made great titles.
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Shared with the DVerse Poets Pub as a Poetics prompted poem about COLOR, or in my case, the lack of color.
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Ooooh so much I love about this!
ReplyDelete"A brush dipped in optimism," I especially love this line all by itself, divorced from everything. Seems to me that these days we need a brush dipped in optimism!
And the actual counting in the beginning and then
"Filled in 4 with decisive strokes, outlined 7 like I meant it."
This is so very well conceived and writ!
I like the way you don't use color here. I can see a paint by numbers masterpiece form. 😊
ReplyDelete"dragged across a canvas as blank as my browser history in incognito mode." This one is a bit of a stretch but I like it! Haha! Excellent write Chris 👏
ReplyDeleteNice one, Chris. It reminds me of the magic painting books we had when we were little, all you needed was water – the colours appeared by themselves, and we didn’t have to worry about staying inside the lines. I especially love the ‘brush dipped in optimism’ and the ‘faint, smug scent of effort’. I never enjoyed painting by numbers and always went off piste. Now I enjoy mindful colouring.
ReplyDeleteFirstly:
ReplyDeleteA brush dipped in optimism,
dragged across a canvas as blank as my browser history in incognito mode.
Secondly:
From a distance, I declared it a landscape.
Up close, it was more of a philosophy.
Thirdly:
I nod, solemn as a docent of nothing,
murmuring about minimalism and the tyranny of pigment.
Yup,
You have succeeded in giving me the poets jealousy, congratulations.
Darn good..
It is a wonderful title and I enjoyed the exploration of the concept. I did a paint by number this past winter but the paints were visible. It still turned out okay. I like what you did with your kit, I think you have attained mastery.
ReplyDeleteWow this is awesome, poetry
ReplyDelete"A brush dipped in optimism,
dragged across a canvas as blank as my browser"
Much love