Poem – My Painters Easels And I Always Have A Great Time!
Describing my Painters’ tools like that of something alive
Sometimes in Studio
Sometimes out amongst the trees with the birds, bees, butterflies, pets and all insects
We go together here and there
My Easels and I work together
They Are Made From Wood
My Easels Are Alive!!!
They are from Nature
They Were Once Upon A Time, Long Ago
Part of Trees
They still feel somewhat Alive!
We are professionally attached and they are sentimental to me
Part of my Every day Life’s Career
They were ‘whacked’ together – an Australian term
Made by my father
Dad is so clever and they display
My Luxury Paintings
He brought them and joined them together
So quickly in front of me
Such a long time ago…
My, my, how time flies!!!
Though how humbly
Wood, minimal metal and layers of paint…
My finishing touch
Engraved in the centre ledge panel is my Painters’ name / Signature
‘ MHAngelis ‘
“Don’t no one touch ‘em!!!”
They help me in Arting, in Painting, In work
They Exhibit my Luxury Paintings
I can display them high
I can display them low
They are meant to be
They are meant for me
As only I know how
How to use my tools,
With my Canvases in all their angles and ways
Not even over the years have any of my pets tried to claim them!
My Easels have always been respected…
They are untouchable to all but me!
They aren’t fancy in appearance
They aren’t something from the store
They are unique
They are priceless
They are something more…
They serve all my intended Painters’ purposes
They were made with love!
MHAngelis -Painter 🎨🖌 Marisa Angelis -Artist 👩🏻🎨