I'm there, still, waiting, still.

There beneath the water's surface,

there above the mountain's peak.

I'm there, still, hoping, still.

There in the colors that bleed

through the leaves, there in the

blue that comes back before black does.

I'm there, still, come back to me.

 

 

Confession of today: I like art. A lot. One of my favorite things to do in my spare time is going to museums, art galleries, (or anywhere really..) just because I always get extremely inspired by looking at and examining all sorts of things. I don't think one has to go to the fanciest art museum in town to find inspiration - if you look closely enough, the greatest creativity is in the corner of your eye. Meaning: you can find inspiration wherever you go, if you keep your eyes open. I'm not saying you have to actually like something that you see, feeling utterly repelled can also evoke strong emotions that in themselves are very inspiring. OK, going too far with the deep art talk.. *nerd alert*

I also enjoy creating my own art using different media - oil colors, metal, photography, napkins, you name it - and have been doing so on and off since 2010. I guess you could say that, technically, I picked up a brush the first time I was 16, in september 2010. (I'm currently 19.) I tell ya, painting doesn't come easy! My first "real" art piece is something I'd rather not discuss.. Anyhow, after some practice and a painting or two later I realized this was something I really enjoyed doing. I started off with oil painting, but have explored several types of media after that. this art thing just gets weirder and weirder, but at least I have fun doing it, and that's what counts, right?

 

Anyhow, apparently there are other people on this planet who enjoy my art, even though there is absolutely correlation between my paintings. Here are a few:

 

 

 

 

you don't have to call me yours, my love