Creation Incarnation

Proven to draw the line
and separate discreetly
All the bottles of color
which one wants to pick me
Mixing shades on the palette
applying with such care
When I make a mistake
I'm pulling out my hair
Stacking up my finished work
it's on to my next piece
Commission me to paint for you
all my talent is at your lease
Hovering over my shoulder
always my worst critic
Paint a thousand paintings
and my hand becomes arthritic
Compliments may vary
less in true sincerity
Critique my work
and may I live with clarity