Copyright: Mares P. W., 2020
Commercial rights: FuTuRisN LLC
Artist: Generative AI, Mares P. W.
Workshop: The Mechanical Shakespeare
Keywords: Mars, Henry, hairy, table, job, heart, and thing.
Original language: English
Translation: Spanish

  • An easel is used as “a frame to support or hold something” that can be an artist’s canvas but also a portrait of a couple.
  • The closest meter of the poem is the iambic pentameter, and a pentameter in Greek and Latin verse is of two halves each of two feet and a long syllable: “my other half” is a made expression that means one’s partner in life.

The poem speaks of the longing of a woman’s artistic soul to find that loved one with whom to not only spend memorable moments, but also revive the inspiration and the need to snuggle up and do normal household chores like washing dishes and cooking.

Internal Easel

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Living room, me sipping coffee on the table,
focused eyes on my scattered painting blocks,
two easels shoulder some rebellious cables,
stretched canvas lay to meet my gentle strokes.

I’ve to draw an empty storage unit, that of Henry Ford.
High pigments, oils, and fluids heartbeat on my board,
new watercolors too, the best I found in the artist’s shop,
creatively inspired, I assume it: I’ll submit the perfect job.

Before I start to brush full-bodied colors,
I put some paint inside the wooden “thing,”
prepare painting tools like knives and cutters,
adjust hand-sanded beechwood with a string.

The workplace is set up: art begins.

Half-sketched the painting, I drop my Mars Lumograph,
my internal easel keeps drawing another photograph:
“hairy legs on a random table” now the time disable,
and colors rush in veins, making heart and head unstable.

Work is paused: the artist thinks.


Conclusion: pick up well your visual stimulations,
internal easels corrupt the leading art of situations.

Caballete interior

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Sala de estar, yo bebiendo café en la mesa,
ojos enfocados en mis bloques de pintura dispersos,
dos caballetes llevan al hombro unos cables rebeldes,
lienzo estirado tendido para recibir mis suaves trazos.

Tengo que dibujar un trastero vacío, el de Henry Ford.
Pigmentos de alto rendimiento, aceites y fluidos laten en mi tablero,
nuevas acuarelas también, las mejores que encontré en la tienda del artista,
creativamente inspirada, lo asumo: presentaré un trabajo perfecto.

Antes de empezar a aplicar colores con cuerpo,
pongo un poco de pintura dentro de la “cosa” de madera.
preparo herramientas de pintura como cuchillos y cortadores,
ajusto la madera de haya lijada a mano con una cuerda.

El lugar de trabajo está montado: comienza el arte.

A medio dibujar el cuadro, dejo caer mi lumógrafo de Marte,
mi caballete interior está dibujando otra fotografía:
“piernas peludas en una mesa al azar” deshabilitan el tiempo,
y los colores corren por las venas, desestabilizando mi corazón y cabeza.

El trabajo está en pausa: la artista piensa.


Conclusión: capta bien tus estímulos visuales,
los caballetes interiores corrompen el arte principal de las situaciones.