I’m so glad there is a creative writing section here! =D> I love writing but be warned: I only write for the sake of it, I’m not very good at it!
This is a poem I wrote recently called “A Self-portrait”. It carries a very personal meaning so I’m interested about what your interpretation of it is?:
A painting sits in my room with its face against the wall.
Like so many other objects discarded on the floor
It is displaced, but in a deliberate position.
A private, unfinished…thing.
I remember The Source of inspiration,
How I felt,
The colours I mixed,
The image.
Now The Source has gone,
And my feelings have changed,
And the colours have changed,
And the image has changed -
Beyond recognition.
A painting sits in my room with its face against the wall.
When I look at it
I hardly recognise myself.
Whoever wrote this, needs to write more. It is intriguing and original.
It highlights the beauty and sacredness of any peice of art, be it a poem, or a picture.
The tell-tale line is this:
I remember The Source of inspiration,
How I felt,
The colours I mixed,
The image.
The beauty of art, is the way the artist can take certain emotions, and trap them forever. Freeze them in one particular place, that is accesible at our leisure. The writers painting, has succeeded in its duty, by reminding the author of past feelings, and previous inspirations, that, while may no longer be present in the author, are, nevertheless presented in the painting.
Thankyou for your kind and thoughtful response! I’ve only started writing poetry very recently (this was one of my very first ones) so you’ve encouraged me very much! I wrote it when I was sitting in my room, thinking about having to tidy it. There are lots of canvases lying around, usually turned to face the wall because I hate people seeing them, either because they are unfinished or carry an extremely personal message - much like this poem does It is about the initial identity crisis I suffered wehen I lost my Christian faith. Christianity had very much been tied up with my identity. “The Source” is God, which used to inspire so much of my artwork and is what used to give me my purpose in life. The unfinished painting exists and it is still sitting in my room with its face to the wall. I started it when I was a Christian and now I feel unable to finish it because of its Christian message. Change can be difficult and although the painting is not literally a self portrait, it symbolises my former self. Sometimes we can change so much that we hardly recognise ourselves.
I suppose what inspires me now is life in a very general sense and everything that goes along with it - experiences, emotions etc. I’ve just finished an art project in school called “Humanity” and I explored emotions, relationships, death, religion, identity etc. I try to make sure that the titles I pick for my projects are as general as they can get so I’m not too restricted.
I wrote it when I was sitting in my room, thinking about having to tidy it. There are lots of canvases lying around, usually turned to face the wall because I hate people seeing them, either because they are unfinished or carry an extremely personal message - much like this poem does 
It is about the initial identity crisis I suffered wehen I lost my Christian faith. Christianity had very much been tied up with my identity. “The Source” is God, which used to inspire so much of my artwork and is what used to give me my purpose in life. The unfinished painting exists and it is still sitting in my room with its face to the wall. I started it when I was a Christian and now I feel unable to finish it because of its Christian message. Change can be difficult and although the painting is not literally a self portrait, it symbolises my former self. Sometimes we can change so much that we hardly recognise ourselves.