As an Empath

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

myself.

Enchanted April

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!

Roaming in Gardens

March has been an impatient and sunny month waiting for good things to grow without water. It has been a month of poetry sprouting from dreams far from maddening crowds and words creating a universe for us to wait in.

It has been a month of growth, of new seeds rising through the surface and lines being drawn on blank canvases. There has been love; love for green things bending their leaves to meet the warm sun, and cheerful prayers whispering: “Grow! Grow! Grow!”.

There has been sleepy cats craving independence and time of togetherness. There has been cottage gardens and yellow flowers, port wine and polka dot pots of basil, bookshops and moonrise kingdoms.

All in all it has been a month where dreams and aspirations have risen to the surface and outgrown and outshone reality. But maybe that is what we need in a world that, for many, no longer feels like home.

Free your creativity

When you compare yourself to others,

when you measure artistry in skill,

when you look for rewards and gratification,

true creativity is lost.

It has become chained to the material world,

to the courage and originality of others.

Therefor, to free your mind,

to free your creativity,

you must look inwards and create

for the sake of expression of self,

and not to affirm your artistic ego,

or to exalt your creative talent.