The table that was flower decked and centre of attention
Now piled with paper has become a studio extension.
It’s covered with a rainbow layer of pretty pastel dust…
The passage of a nice damp cloth will soon become a must.
Discarded watercolours hide in never ending piles
Of illustrated magazines and useless reference files.
The pencil sharpener’s buried somewhere underneath the mound,
My favourite putty rubber has been eaten by the hound.
The inks have stained my fingers and acrylics just won’t do it
And every paintbrush that I drop the dog kidnaps to chew it.
With every medium I’ve tried to gain a little speed
That’s gentle on my aching hands and meets my deadline’s need.
I’m nicely multi-coloured here, caught in creative toils.
I’’ll have to bring the easel down and start again with oils.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
This is a great poem and I love the dogs eating the supplies. I’m not sure why it’s title a picture of despair though.
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Let’s just say currently 18 paintings to get done rapidly, mysteriously swollen eyes and hands… and for that reason, I really wanted to find a medium that would work but that didn’t involve turps.. heigh ho. I like oils anyway 🙂
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That does explain it. I hope the swelling goes down, so you can finish everything on time.
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I’ll finish it regardless 🙂 I’m sort of stubborn that way…
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I like this, the frustrations of an artist! I do a bit of art now and then, so I know the feeling! 😀
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I have an added problem.. and shall add a photo of it in a moment 🙂
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I WANT YOUR DOG!
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*chuckles* if she carries on you can have her 😉
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Yeah, He’s a good painter
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Uses her tail mostly 😉
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Ahh goodluck finishing Sue…love Ani, she looks quite the Artist!
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Little bugger jumped on the chair as soon as I moved. She usually sits under the big easel quietly… I like big canvases… but i have a whole series to paint so I thought I’d sit down to small canvases.. Madam isn’t keen on the idea.
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hehehe..miss sabotage 😉
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🙂
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Wonderful poem, Sue! ‘eaten by the hound’ made me giggle! I cannot believe what my pooch will try to eat. They definitely need to be treated as toddlers who put everything in their mouths… The second picture is so sweet! I’m getting watercolor pencils for my birthday and I feel like a kid getting new crayons. My sketches need some color. 🙂
Blessings ~ Wendy
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It was the innocent expression and the clunk of wood on teeth that got me.. as if she was trying to eat hard candy in class without being seen… no, I didn’t need all the stretchers…. *chuckles*
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Love the picture and the poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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