
I start drawing, copying from the piece I have stored for inspiration
It is a complex work of art, I’m already afraid of overestimation
Of my ability to do justice to the original work of art
Being just an amateur, just pouring in my heart
Into painting is unlikely to be enough
To get minor details right is tough
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I start coloring in the outline, I go by intuition alone
Color theory and mixing colors is something I’ve never known
Sometimes the contrast is jarring, sometimes the colors just seem to blend
None of these two scenarios is close to my original intent
I am still hopeful that the artwork would turn out fine
To abandon my artwork at this juncture I am not inclined
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After multiple rounds of “finishing touches” I am finally done
Now the unenviable job of standing back to critique the painting has begun
I am disappointed in the final product, I confess
I comfort myself by reminding that at least I enjoyed the process
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I dabble in art for myself, but I hope the result would be
In proportion to the effort put into the project by me
It is disappointing when the results do not reflect
The hours I put in, but I am learning not to expect
Each piece of art I create to be excellent
To keep learning from my mistakes is my humble intent
