"Abstract Octopus, 5" (2014), Original on canvas, 30x40 inches. Available here.
Today, I have the urge to dispose of any thoughts of getting better. To sleep until I do not awake. To run into the unknown as if I know where I'm going; as, I been there before. I use color, I laugh, I joke, I use more color, I talk to myself, I think about my thoughts, I meta-cognitively build upon these thoughts and the ones before them, and after. I admit, I am a sad clown.
I spend a lot of time not using time in what most people would consider 'an effective manner.' I hide, and from what, I am not entirely sure. I take what I know could be gold, and turn it inside out well before it is in my hand, as if it was under my soul all along. I am a perfectionist, they say. I am depressed, they say. I am lazy, some say. I am tired, I say ... and the list goes on, as does existence, until (my best guess here), until it does not.
I have at least 8 arms to create art with, I must, I say to myself. Any less and I'll never stop paying for the sins of the past. My past creeps into my present, and at some point, it became my future. My future can be defeated; and, better yet, won.
I feel this way, today. ~jVs.
artist@ipaintfish.com
www.ipaintfish.com
Today, I have the urge to dispose of any thoughts of getting better. To sleep until I do not awake. To run into the unknown as if I know where I'm going; as, I been there before. I use color, I laugh, I joke, I use more color, I talk to myself, I think about my thoughts, I meta-cognitively build upon these thoughts and the ones before them, and after. I admit, I am a sad clown.
I spend a lot of time not using time in what most people would consider 'an effective manner.' I hide, and from what, I am not entirely sure. I take what I know could be gold, and turn it inside out well before it is in my hand, as if it was under my soul all along. I am a perfectionist, they say. I am depressed, they say. I am lazy, some say. I am tired, I say ... and the list goes on, as does existence, until (my best guess here), until it does not.
I have at least 8 arms to create art with, I must, I say to myself. Any less and I'll never stop paying for the sins of the past. My past creeps into my present, and at some point, it became my future. My future can be defeated; and, better yet, won.
I feel this way, today. ~jVs.
artist@ipaintfish.com
www.ipaintfish.com
No comments:
Post a Comment