<font color=darkviolet>I am an artist, <br />but I’m not a painter. <br />I’m not one who makes a canvas beautiful, <br />but my smock and face a mess. <br />Who has to spend hours <br />playing in those sticky paints <br />and standing with an aching back <br />just to make one scene, <br />that doesn’t even move! <br />No, I’m not a painter, <br />but I am an artist. <br />The stage is my canvas, <br />my lines my painting brush, <br />my emotions replace those foul paints <br />and my completed work is still a scene. <br />But my art is so much more <br />than an image that’s been frozen. <br />It moves, it breathes, it sings and dances <br />it makes you laugh and cry. <br />It weeds its way into you, <br />takes root as you walk away. <br />It becomes a part of you <br />and never goes away. <br />A painting though? <br />One glance and you’re done. <br />It doesn’t stay with you. <br />It’s cold and unmoving. <br />Just hanging on the wall, <br />staring at you. <br />So no, I’m not a painter. <br />I am an artist, <br />but in the art of acting. <br /> <br />(This was an assignment from my English teacher and he told my class to write a poem about anything, but to try to be different; no clichés. This is certainly new for me, since I’m new to theater. I want to say though, that this isn’t my view of paintings, they are moving and I’ve been moved by them, but I desperately wanted the contrast in this. I know that I could have said that I’m an artist because of my words, but I really wanted to make amends for what I said in my other poem “DRAMA! ? ! ” because I’m really good at it and I really like it. I’ve never been so happy to be wrong before because it’s been one of the best experiences of my life.)<br /><br />Jane Meyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-an-artist-school-assignment-9th/
