The Verbal Sketch
Let's sketch perfection, Mrs. Artist.
It's been years that we've been together. I've seen you work day & night to get every stroke of the pencil perfectly rub against the canvas. All the frames in our room are filled with exuberant portraits and the liveliest landscapes. I love each of them, I do, but one thing I always wonder— Why isn't your face on any of them?
The question's easy to ask, than solve by myself, because I know your skills are a mixture of practice and talent. Yet, I would love to begin with the gift.
I'll stare down the blank canvas, picturing which expression of yours shall I portray? I hope you don't run into the room and ask me about it. It'll be my surprise. I'll sketch you from the perspective of my very own eyes.
I'll start with your doll face, shouldn't I? Then stretch your flicks down to your waist and leave just a strand falling on your face, the way...