Many of you know that I, in addition to writing, also paint and draw. I have not shared much of my art lately so I thought I would share these latest creations of mine. Hope you like them!
Have you ever felt like this? I certainly have! Especially during the pandemic!
The photo is a black and white photo of two “Morning Glory” just sprouted.
When you find what cast
your soul’s shadow
you will learn the truth
of who you really are.
You can’t drown pain
in the salt
from your own
You can’t destroy anything
by beating it
with your heart.
As an Empath I can merge
with any life form,
becoming life itself manifested
in flight, gills, earthlings and heart.
I lose my grip on my individuality and
float on your humming strings,
expand on your wings and dive
into your dark.
I even get lost in conflicting
tones unable to decipher your cadence
from my own.
That is why I need my art.
Art becomes: another you, another life,
my own heart, gills, wings.
I merge with the life form we call
the soul. My soul.
I drown in this depth only to re-emerge
on another surface having become myself
fully, wholly, holy, fulfillingly
April has been a month enchanted by sunrise pages of art in peachy sketchbooks, boxes of crayons, tall glasses of iced peppermint lattes and see-through tubs of homemade ice cream.
There has been pale yesterday moons, dreamy everyday adventures gone wild, a dawning Summerland and family photos of Henhouses and pretty new girlfriends.
There has been Blooming Camellias, glowy-eyed foxes lost in technicolor cityscapes, and sea green fashion to wear on tiny new ships going on virgin sails to Childhood Paradise.
All in all, Spring has blossomed into green leaves leaning towards the sun and I have morning picniced on chili cheese sandwiches and blossomed into a color-mad artist-bud lost in the enchantment of a well-stocked paintbox.
See you later, Alligators!