“PAINTING ON CANVAS” (drama) 1-2 Minutes

September 8, 2008 by The Monologue Blogger

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Monologue Description: “PAINTING ON CANVAS” is about self-analysis in relation to finding someone special.

Character Description: In this monologue, Alma talks to her sister about how she has difficulty being vulnerable and how her work as an artist is what allows her to give full expression of herself. She talks of a man she recently met whom she feels she can reveal the truest parts of herself with but she is prohibited from doing so not because she doesn’t want to but because this man has another woman in his life.

ALMA:

I have a difficult time opening up to people. When I paint—I CAN be vulnerable but it isn’t something that I feel comfortable doing with people. Like when I first meet a man…I have a difficult time talking about my world and my experiences…I have a hard time connecting to someone because for me to share who I really am with someone, they have to be worth it.

I’m not going to share my soul with some random guy. I need to know he matters because what is the point of opening your life up, to only have it shattered. I’ve been shattered before and I will most likely get shattered again…it’s a process of life that I’ve come to understand.

(beat)

I met this wonderful man recently…the problem is that he has a woman back home…he’s from Spain and he’s here on business but this man is someone I have a connection with, someone I can share everything with, someone I can share things with on a deeper level but what holds me back for obvious reasons is his relationship.

What am I to do? (pause) Such is life, isn’t it? It figures that I would finally meet a man who I can—and the thing stopping me isn’t me…but an outside force.

(beat)

So you see, my work is my life, my life is my work. Being an artist gives me a definition that I can live with but even I get sick of it all. Sometimes I feel that I am ready for the next step after life. But then again, I have in me many more canvases I wish to paint. I need to—paint.

He will be part of my canvas…