The Artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti -The Cockney Bard

I am as art but a mere canvas upon which every thought is detailed and given substance. The colours excel in my desire to fulfil my dream of a painting that defines what I am as a man. The brush moves like a ballerina in graceful pursuit of the perfect dance. I can be forgiven my weariness at times, when the day's long, long hours play mischief

with my mind. A reluctance to sleep that weary head buried in an object desire for perfection, where my soul can delight in a pleasure to all senses, but in particular the pleasure of eye and mind. As an artist I am reminded throughout my life of the pain such

perfection can bring. With brush and palette I require far more than just good thoughts to enjoy my day. I require patience personified, a stillness of hand, and a beautifying deliberation of my soul to greet the dawn with the finished piece.