The sun can be unrelenting as it beats on your back,
Placing shadows on canvas where they don’t actually belong,
The sweat of your brow bleeds into your eyes,
A clumsy onlooker tips over your water or bumps your arm,
You long to move your immovable legs,
Your hands begin to cramp,
The brush seems to either glide effortlessly,
Or has to be guided with pain staking strokes,
Each minute in a competition can be a complete rush,
Or a total wipeout,
For a full day and then another and another,
Until finally you’ve completed three works of art,
Was it worth it?
Is life worth it?
We each struggle daily to achieve,
We encounter road blocks, difficulties, unknowns,
But with each hour, each minute, each second,
We continue on,
We gain satisfaction or disappointment,
But we go on,
To make art,
To do whatever we do,
Because it is worth it.