Blank canvas no more,
Anger, joy, sorrow, pain,
Making known internal lore.
Storytelling through random arrangements,
Implementing fates’ unbridled design.
Energies born of the varied spectrum,
Create layers of sublime.
Art’s voice is heard,
Creativity’s expression given life.
By splatters of paint,
Meant to illuminate what’s inside…
Overcome by confusion
Art: Mine, back in 1998 (pretty crazy time in my life)
I am totally inept when it comes to drawing or painting- I typically express art by “honing and highlighting” what’s available around me- photography and poetry etc. I drew this with a black ink pen. When I started looking at it, (mind you, a psychiatrist or anyone with eyes to see could have a field day analyzing it)… Looks like a brain (I honestly don’t remember drawing that consciously). I noticed the eye on the left, and since the occipital lobe is in the
back if the head – this made me look at the visible part I drew here as the right hemisphere of the brain- which is credited with much of the creativity we have. So kind of like this is representative of my right brain… Just interesting to me. Now RUN! LOL. I don’t, for a second, claim normalcy!