La Donna è Mobile

"This is splendid, 
But this is a self portrayal, my dear
That is to say, you are rightly wrong
Beautifully so
I've watched you for long
Your strokes betray a meticulous nature
Too faithful to the system
You cuff your imagination
Take into consideration no ingenious feelings
Angles too small
Compositions too light
Protrusions too bright
You try not to break the rules
And hence killing the soul of the technique
Holding your tools upright
You erase and re write, step back
Grimacing
And then again, attack your plain
Furiously
Like a child with no restrains
Never know when to stop
Not even when you could see it so clearly
That you are ruining what could've been
A master piece
By trying too hard
To make it perfect

Your work is unique in that regard

It's so like you
Layers of mistakes, undiscovered
Erratic flaws, hiding in the shadows
But you are missing the point
It's not about what you see
It's about what you want it to look like
And you fail to realize that
The sole idea of perfection
After all, in your eyes
Is your own."