Ivy (Prose and Visual Arts Editor)
It does exactly as I say, long strokes or short movements
Stained from the countless times it was dipped in paint.
The bristles are soft and light, taking me away
Into another world
Another world that focuses on art
As I lock myself in my room and paint for hours
The bristles get tired and weak
My hand cramps as one of the hairs gets stuck in wet acrylic
I sigh as I realize that my art is not complete
Without my brush.