Art is Artifical - My Newly Splattered Canvas

Tangled up words that flow into sentences, define essences wrapped around my brain and reveals creative abilities; which frame the perfect piece of artwork. Lifeless trees allow words to breathe, burying roots deeply inside our souls. Off white parchment dully lined, three holed punched, is a blank canvas. Hidden masterpieces grow vines and openly roam searching and partaking on long journeys, these adventures are life’s greatest moments. Freely running thoughts splatter gently into many strong points. Ideas vary and expand, transforming that one spark into a brilliant starry night. Building blocks sculpt my story line bases and fine tune my poetic meanings. Allowing my brain to soak the canvas and give life to my creations. I am an artist swiftly melting lead away, savoring precious moments of life, giving myself endless opportunities to go back and marvel upon past triumphs.

A world of self-expression fulfills the goal of self-confidence. Constantly I indulge in cycling through the process of drafting to perfect a piece of art. These vigorous stages bind love and grace together, making the quality of life priceless. I am an artist of the mind and soul, with all my senses I am able to touch and create. Grand ideas came from the combination of emotions, experiences and the imagination which is the perfect recipe for a flawless portrait. To pin point exactly how I stumbled upon these stories would be nearly impossible. By allowing myself to transform each story into a portfolio, inspired me to include God’s greatest gifts in my work. I believe writing is a way to show appreciation. Constantly every day miracles are being ignored and pushed to the side. Inspiration strikes me; I want to give glory to nature, life style events and allow my imagination to shine bright, by expressing my individuality while condoning all the wonderful sensations of life.  As an artist I strive for publication. The most rewarding goal I or any artist could ever wish upon ourselves would be to acknowledge all the lives impacted by our piece of work. Overall enjoyment fuels my energy and permits myself to carry on.  I am an artist by choice, gathering new canvas to splatter frequently, but more importantly I am an author.

Equality is Fake

            Harmony unifies a wounded core weaving an immaculate soul through decayed ventricles of the barely pulsating heart. We are weak, just flesh and bones dragging our feet ten steps behind. Pretty girls hide behind makeup and males bulk up with muscle, afraid to show their true self in case someone should see.  Coincidentally that is who we want to be, date, and befriend.  Fake. There is no truth to perfection, there is no perfect. Embrace the flaws all of us human beings possess. Otherwise there is no use for oxygen, society is dead. Equality has failed, fight on and inequality will collapse; for once when we are exposed, meaningful relationships will blossom.

            Barriers blockade us.  Mass media preaches flawlessness. Each morning she awakes as the sun passes the horizon, and immediately perches herself with perfect posture at her vanity and paints a picture. A check list rests upon the mirror.  Necessities to be beautiful: ideal completion, complementary eye-shadow, blush, long eyelashes, lined lips, straight hair and a gentle smile. Society rationalizes appearance to a degree of suffocation. Beauty is now a science. There is no realization or intrigue to this world causing vulnerability to eat away at us. We live in fear. An enigma cannot survive. Relationships would be equal if all judgment vanishes. Instead of being a statistic, it is necessary to break away from the societal norm and embrace our flaws. Instead of pushing aside our abrasions and covering them up, we can heal. Relationships are therapy, people can mend us. Digging deep and exposing our true self is not a crime. Everyone one has an equal opportunity and power to survive; however, society has a choke hold on us. Relationships consist of grace, love and mercy so there is no need to be vulnerable.  Each morning as I peer into the mirror I see myself staring back. I am ready to start the day. I am me and just me, nothing can change that.