The world around me is in full speed…but in my racing mind everything is moving slowly. As a visual person, I wish I had a picture of it…I might have to edit one to show the world what I can see:
It’s a figure right in the middle, walking throughout a flash of lights, like bolts of colored light. At a glimpse they are t shirts and pants, black suits with white shirts and red ties, a woman in a red dress. Painted together, like a Vincent van Gogh painting. If my mind stops for a brief moment I can kind of see faces. This is as fast as it races.
Not all the time. At times. When the kids sleep, when the cooking is done. It races wondering what I can create next, and what will and might come of it. It wonders if what I have to offer is any different than the rest.
I take a lot of time to learn new techniques and better the ones I learned, a long time a go. It’s almost like starting over. Photoshop, photography, drawing and painting where once all I had. I am not sure at what point it all changed. Like something got lost in the process of ” growing up.” It’s cliche I know, but when the mortgage comes and the kids arrive, I thought that maybe that part, the dreamer had to be lost. Maybe it was a good thing it napped a while, the artist that is, because now, I can appreciate it more. Not to mention how much pent-up artistic energy I have…and to be lucky enough to have little monsters around to enlighten and fire my imagination.
This one, a sick time tradition, a warm menthol bath by the light of glow sticks:
Gabriel 11/28/2012
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