I have heard that "you can look back but do not stare". I might be looking back and staring into paintings and poetry with prose unpolished form. I must stare in order to find form. I am not sure I have the time and energy to finish all the art forms I have collected as I expressed myself as an Artist. In art school I took a whole semester to paint one canvas. Granted it was 30"by 37”. Once again if nothing else I am getting to know who I was and who I am. My painting and poetry are much like myself. I went through stages and right now I am tiptoeing into not over doing or over thinking. Perhaps I only feel like I am not enough because of my shyness with ignorance as I began. I may now be taking bold steps into the unknown. I am not sure if I am giving birth to defining myself in new ways and seeing colorful words wanting to express themselves when I may be actually running into discovering what I like. Accepting how all things take time and discovering an acceptance of just how Pissed I was under a layer not yet explored. I thought of myself as patient, really I am not. Excitement waits to see where I go and enjoy the process. It's my game so I will play it. Lets see who plays with me. Tomorrow I will decide as I stare into the mirror's reflection of my expansive mind. How I love to express as I see my anger looking back waiting till now to embrace myself. Am I pissed by this not really happening till now. Maybe, for I have been living a wide breath I now try to master.
