If Art

If art was your companion

What would it say

About your art?

 

“Easy tiger, with that one!”

“What the f**£ is that all about.”

“That is the best you’ve done in ages mate. Great job.”

“Says it all really. Outstanding.”

 

But it is not that sort of companion.

It would be great if it was.

A kind of kind critic, 

Joking but choking at how bad it is

Or a gently egging you on 

Saying what they see

Before anybody else sees it

“About that figure in the foreground….”

 

However

As a companion 

It has a life of it’s own 

It turns up dressed up ready to go

From somewhere

You are not exactly sure

Where it resides but

There it is

At your door

 

You asked it to go out

Into the world with you

You made it

But it has a mind and life of it’s own

And you wonder

What is it going to do

Like an imaginary friend

Made real

And now alive

And by your side

 

What have you done?