The Preface…

28Jul10

Do you ever get lost in the beauty of putting pen to paper and marveling at all the loops and swirls, the dots and lines, the zags, the swoops, and then are amazed others can translate what you’ve conceived?

I think that’s what I’m aiming for with my late creativity. A story told with colors, swirls and emotion. No answers, just experience.

I love the dance of the brush on canvas. Smooth. Fluid. Beautiful.

I wish I were paint, longing to be used by the artist. Mixed to desire and formed to perfection. This process is being achieved by my own attempts at mixology and formation. The more I understand, and let go, of my own creativity, the more I loose myself into being myself.

I was once lost and confused while holding all the answers in hand, now that I’ve thrown the book to the wind I can see who I am.