I’ve seen many artists make portraits from coffee foam.
Shaping, contouring, scraping.
Letting the natural colour show underneath all that froth.
But what happens if the cup is spilt
and the liquid runs down the tablecloth
in a race to escape its confines?
Will it travel separately, several long tracks dispersing from everything they were before
yet leaving their mark on the cotton,
or will it pool together again to build up the image once more,
refined, certain, bold
to stand out
against the plain colour of its background?
Treeshallow Musings 