I’ve crossed the divide that’s now moving me with memories as I pause allowing myself to remember the bricks and mortar which has brought me here. I balked and balked, finding hindrances in my defects and disappointments. Though I don’t really understand. I rise, seeing a new visions allowing my truth to unfold. Poetry and Abstract painting have been my first art form since I was 13. Now I found myself being recognized for manipulation of truths that challenge my perceptions. But for whatever reason at 13 the local Art gallery recognizes my abstractions. No more realistic paintings. This has been a truth I found causing me not to know where or how I fit. It didn’t matter because I loved what fell in front of me and it worked in my own imagination.
