Face Painting

I walk through the gallery
And gaze at the portraits.
Hundreds of faces staring back at me,
Hanging on the walls.
So many expressions
Painted on fresh canvas.
Many created with meticulous care,
Others with strokes of natural skill,
Then some with hurried smears of color,
Yet each expression unmistakable.
I walk through the gallery
And gaze at each familiar portrait.
These faces, these paintings,
Painted by my own hand.





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