Reflections of Art

I am a painter.

Rather like the "I am woman" statements, it is a definite, simple statement of who I am.

It is part of my very being in so many ways. I paint with my words, with my eyes, I give birth to art but always, all drawings are buildings to painting. I paint with my voice, with my movements, I give birth to art in every way that I can. Because living is an art and I intend to be a master at it. And of course, as an artist, I am a painter by choice. So it is not apt for me to consider stating myself as a painter to be as elemental and true to my being as a woman.

I have not posted much of late, because life has caught up with me in many ways. And my talents and mind are focused on 'art' art rather then writing. I have created many pieces of art, rough things so far, but still art. I feel like I am coming alive within again, my soul is shinning out brightly as I am rediscovering my love, my truth. I come out of my three to six hour classes more energetic then I went into them, and say with friends "Great class" "I love school." You have to love it when you can do that no? I think that everyone should try to do something like this, not art, because it is not for everyone. But to find the thing that brings them to life inside and fuels their passions, makes their hearts race a bit and they are raring and eager to go to work or class. I mean, if the whole world did that then perhaps it would be a happier place. Granted that might not be great for things like waste management and such, but then, it isn't going to happen, so I will keep that as my own private version of a perfect world.

That's all for now. I'll write again soon.