Poetry, 2020

A picture or painting captures a moment in one’s lives. If the painting, in this instance, ended up hanging in an art gallery, visitors would view it, analyse it, discuss it, compliment or criticise it and then place a value on it. But, the picture doesn’t tell us anything about that person, unless there is a synopsis beside the picture. And, how accurate might that be? What we do with a painting, we do to people to, even people we really don’t know. We judge them based on background information or sometimes one on image. And a quirk of fate, determines who we will turn out to be, influenced by our genetics but more importantly by our nurture. (The picture was painted by my sister)