I did not permit it to scratch or scribble its way onto my
heart. Illicitly, it stained the walls with permanency. It took up residence
and I can’t clean it off no matter how hard I try.
A dream…
Of beauty and art
Of delicious emotions
With intense yearning
Of creative expression
Of creative expression
I can’t travel without stopping the car if I see a beautiful
sunset, a turtle crossing the street, or a picturesque flower. I've stopped in
the middle of the street, breaks screeching, slamming the passenger into the
dashboard all for the sake of a photograph. (Sorry Brandon)
Suddenly an image will come into my mind. I grab a pen,
pencil, or white out pen, whatever I can find and begin to draw. I will pull
out my pink bed sheet, a work of art within itself, stained with paint of every
color imaginable. I will pull out my sheet and spread it across the dining room
table, grab a canvas and paint brush and begin to use my mind to direct my
hand.
I can be in the middle of listening to a song on the radio
and my mind spews forth words that must be written. I don’t feel as if I can
breathe properly until I type the last punctuation mark.
This dream to be creatively free and unafraid comes from a
place deep within that no matter how hard I try to suppress it; be it weeks,
months or even years…it springs back to life and becomes uncontrollable. Ever
since I got my first diary over 25 years ago, ever since I wrote my first book
of poems that sits in my closet on the top shelf, dusty; this dream of living a life
of artistic expression waxes and wanes through my being.
This year, this week, this day..it is spilling over.
Here are some recent photographs and drawings of mine. I hope you enjoy.
(If the image is blurry, tap it to open)
(If the image is blurry, tap it to open)
