As you get to work, I see you better:
Dark eyes trained to the lines, your fingertips
Following to form. Your neck tilts, dips
Like a bird over water; yearning closer to
Your image. A fringe of dreamy waves
Sweeps your face, caresses its own fine
And extempore design, as the pencil guides
Your hand to trace the beauty of it. Gentle,
Curves in motion, detail in the touch:
Shoulders lean, head drifts closer, as if
Impatient to devour that final sight,
Your true anatomy is drawn to relief,
The urge for beauty, the delight in colour.
Yes: as you lean close, I see you better.
For Blair. When I see you designing costumes, depicting characters, imagining worlds or just playfully doodling, it pleases me. I love to see you delighting in art. It is beauty, pursuing beauty.