I was better at painting and drawing than writing.

But painting became an act and process of damage control.

Most of the time I was trying to paint towards the

imagined, idealistic version I had of the final piece in

my head.

But it would never turn out that way, so I would always

arrive disappointed.

But then I would have a few weeks or years break
while the canvas or paper gathered dust and slowly became

separate from my vision;

became its own identity and ‘thing’, its own spirit.

And reappraising the painting or drawing after a long separation,

Darby Hudson

Living vicariously through myself. Writer from Melbourne, Australia. Featured: Best Australian Poems; Australian Poetry Journal.

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