I look in the mirror and study the face that looks back eyes wide open the blue changing color as I watch a bee-stung bottom lip a hint of a smile laugh lines brush the corners of eyes and mouth a good painting but, something is missing. A palette of exotic color a fine brushstroke or a glaze to build depth perhaps a blending to soften the silhouette. I look again, a closer look and then I know. My painting is missing the reflection of you in my eyes. Until then, I am an unfinished portrait.