Asya L.
Philadelphia, PA
Oil painting.

A glass is made of glass,
Wood is made of wood,
Paper is made of paper,
Honey is made of honey,
Traffic is made of traffic,
Shoes are made of shoes,
Birds are made of birds,
People are made of people.

Paintings are the same way.
I put some paint on the surface, and I look.
I put some more, and I look again.
I take some paint out. And yes, I look.
And many, many times, just like that.
I do it hoping for the moment when
the painting will look back at me.
And when it does, I get that rare feeling
That Universe suddenly cooperates.