I can’t help but long to express myself in a way that others can relate to. The reason I started my blog was to understand myself, through documenting my activities and things that impressed me. I have a problem with relating to my past; I sort of live in the present and dream about the future. Looking back there are somethings that remain hazy. I’ve been reading a bit of poetry lately and found myself expressing myself easily in short, descriptive stanzas. It’s like I have been lost in sea for days, and now I finally see land in the distance. It’s new, it’s unknown, it’s so vast. Let’s see what’s in store for me as I venture on.
My art is one way I express myself. I am in every stroke I make, and a part of me wants this painting I am working on now to express the freedom I feels. I guess that’s why I chose the theme: a naked lady laying by the shore as the waves come crashing down at her. She is comfortable, as if in rapture, almost becoming one with the movement of the sea and sand. She is enjoying every sensation of the moment.
untitled, and unfinished.
Don’t we all want to be understood. Some people have the gift to speak fluently when the time is right, to stand before crowds, their words flowing eloquently from their mouth. Some people use instruments, tools to help them. Music, song, poetry, art, clothes, makeup, these are all ways I love to express myself. Words — they will never suffice. I have always felt truth in the saying “a man is not what he says, but what he does”. At lest it is that way for me.
