I've had this itching lately...um, figuratively speaking.
I am an artist by hobby. But, it is within me through and through.
I do not regret my kinesiology background and experience by any means. But...deep down I yearn for some more art classes! Artists are not born from formal education. Refined. Yes.
Oil painting is a timely process.
As a mother, it has taken a back seat. Life is b.u.s.y.
I was surfing through art paintings tonight thinking about my next endeavor which roughly occurs every year or so now.
I also read through "artist quotes" this evening.
So mine goes like this,
you may not have time for it.
you may ignore it.
but, it finds a way to creep back in
and wave hello
time and time again.
it is ingrained inside you
running through your veins.
at any point along the journey of life
the feeling inevitably reaches a boiling point
desperate to explode upon the surface of a long forgotten canvas
rescued from being buried under hidden treasures in any overly stuffed closet.
emotion bursts through your finger tips
as you empty yourself upon the blank slate
resulting in this thing called a painting.
and all it right with the world again.
Welp, one more thought. A quote I snagged from my one and only, very creative brother.
"Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round
pegs in the square holes - the
ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules and
they have no respect for
the status quo. You can praise
them, disagree with them,
quote them, disbelieve them,
glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing that you
can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things."
-sweet dreams internet...