just short of..

36 | i live.

captivated.

I’m an artist. I’m one who creates, one that sees inspiration in the beauty of the most minuscule affair. I am never one to take things lightly, but at the same time - easily amused. Stimulated by an ornately detailed structure or even by a baby’s tiny blink and a smile. Always lost, but somehow never cease to find my way back.

I see color in the grayest of skies. I don’t live for you.. The world is my canvas and you’re the color I make you out to be. Racist beyond belief, however, willing to create in this “rainbow coalition.” Colors set my world on fire, but the immortal life of the black & white keeps my heart on paper. I mix & match with nothing and everything you should never match and mix.

My mind is constantly in motion.. Restless. My heart moves alongside the breaking of the waves. “I wish you could see this. Light’s coming up. I’ve never seen a painting that captures the beauty of the ocean at a moment like this.” My eyes stop & stare at the amazement before me. Only wish that I can be even just short of this passionate display through a brush.

Idle hands are a form of quiet elegance. A simple, but magnificent creation. A single pair made to create. Abstract inventions.. Magic in the palm of your hands. It’s mind-blowing.  These are my instruments, my most precious tools. Without them doesn’t make me less of an artist; just more persistent in trying to figure out how I can still make you believe I’m not inadequate.

I see life in the darkest midnights. I see movement in the stillness of morning dew. I see a glimpse of joy in the sinking tears knowing that a heart beats for greater behind them. Stick with me and you’ll start to see it all, too.

I am an artist. I live.. redefining the masses.