I completely let my self go at this with no plan, I was just feeling ambitiously creative.
I grabbed some of my most favorite colors of paint and went to town.
Each stroke was a hint of what the final piece would be, and I had no idea.
But this is what happened, and I had lots of fun. I don’t know what it means or what it could potentially symbolize, but that’s for you guys to figure out. Art is so personal, each piece could mean something completely different to each viewer. To me, this one means I had a fun couple days messing around with it, this weird blue droopy owl, and that’s just fine.
There is a certain calm that overwhelms me under the moonlight.
I feel calm, peaceful and secure.
In the mountains, with the struggles of real life behind me
and, for just a moment, I can think clearly and my problems aren’t so big anymore.
I have grown up so much under Mr. Moon, he knows my secrets, my hopes and my dreams.
I feel a similar peace when I paint. It is unlike drawing, or sculpting or designing.
With painting I go to a place where things move a little slower,
where my mistakes are easily adjusted to, or accepted and enhanced, and my strengths are vivid and apparent.
I am in full control of what happens, stoke by stroke.
It’s an adventure where I do not know of the outcome.
And when it is all finished, I have created something that didn’t exist before I took the time to create it.
I don’t always love what I have created in an artistic appreciative way,
but I love it in a way that is personal to me, because a piece of my soul is in it,
a piece of time that was traded to experience the creation of it.
Thanks for reading this sappy post, I’m just a sappy person, what can I say?