Falling into sky
Inside. Closed like holding your breathe, fear steals logic, emotions become tsunamis I am running from before the swell breaks over me and sweeps the sand from under my running feet.
I’m outrunning my demons with the strokes, jabs, splatters, of paint, caress of the brush. I am filling the space with color and light so that fear has no room.. Looking myself in the eyes; raw.
There are walls here around me but the soul has an outlet to the endless sky via the world created with paint. I have a place to wander and scuff my feet in the snow while I sift thoughts that were pushed to the dusty corners of my mind. I feel the exhale of warm breath while the cold air nips my cheeks.
The sky. Fears evaporate and I am enveloped by wonder. It’s calm. All of my demons are no longer mine. I don’t know them anymore, I never owned them. They are mere traces like afterimages scurrying on the ground far below; the tails of comets that quickly fade. My mind expands in the open.
Sometimes I am a screen door and life is the wind combing through
I am erupting a flood of sensations I don’t know how to harness.... it has always been that way; they purge, they evaporate and are gone before they can be touched; like chasing wind. Images and words that fly unabashedly out of a wild sunrise; as quickly as they came they are soaring and flaunting past to the distance... unless you catch one by the tail and whisper it’s fluid beauties in poetry to the world.
This is what being alive feels like.
Art is being alive. Not willingly arrested somewhere in mediocrity and numbness to life’s sensation. Art is a way of living. Art is about experiencing, feeling, tasting, smelling, seeing, hearing sensation. It is a conversation of inhaling observation and exhaling creation. Breathe and living becomes closer to art.
But how do you utter in only a few thousand brush strokes, in harmonies of song or in flavors of fine cuisine, millions of scattered sensations? How do you harness galaxies of burning stars into one sun? The freedom of art is in letting your own vulnerable experience of humanness, free of the need for explanations, dance in color before millions of eyes; some curious, some terrified, some embracing, some not even seeing. It (art) is self-liberation, and it is inviting the rest of the world into the liberation of feeling and living in one’s own unique divine-given skin.
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