At the cusp to everything is nothing.
I've been painting some. And I wasn't really happy with anything I was creating. I painted and painted and still I felt like I had nothing. But sometimes you need that feeling. I took breaks. I slept on it. A lot. I came back to it a lot. Covered over it again and again. But now, I think I'm finally onto something. And I truly love it. So much.
I like the path ahead of me.
And maybe I'm too late to say this - but just to forewarn you, this post is going to be a bit dull. A bit loopy. Like drawing circles. Figure-eights. Cy Twombly like stuff in words. Although his stuff is far from dull. Anyways - It's just run-ons of my mind.
But I want you to know this.
And I want to remember this.
The feeling - like a memory - of me, inside, while painting. It runs on like this. Like a pen that's scribbling on and on, dead on ink, simply making impressions until finally it lets go and bleeds. Ink. Abruptly. Surprisingly.
I'm sorry, maybe you can see my glassy-eyes through these words. It's past midnight and I've already worked my 9-5 day-job and did lots of painting and lots of writing before and afterwards. Maybe I should get some sleep soon ;)
I'll make sure to post some pictures of my paintings in these coming days. I want to finish them all together as a collection. It's getting there though. I'm glad.
Who knows if anyone reads this - but if you are... wow, you're a trooper for reading this far in! I hope you my dear, have a lovely day/night...wherever you may be in this wide expanse of a world we live in.
Until next time, my friend. ♥