I wasn’t going to post these flowers but I am. Here’s why.
I could feel the color. I imagined painting these blooms on a smooth stucco wall. These colors made me smile knowing no rules. Afterward I scanned and was uploading onto my society 6 shop. Suddenly I didn’t like the way I painted. Maybe it was too much browsing on istagram. That was a few days ago.
Today I want to post these blooms because I painted them. These blooms are beautiful. The delicate brush strokes and blending reveal how light I felt. I just painted. There is no stay within the lines. I grew up painting that way. I taught others to do that. Nonsense. I know better now. The best painting is done with the freedom to paint whatever you want, however you choose.
Art isn’t perfect.
Art is like beauty, in the eye of the beholder.
Art is magical.
Art is like a song that gets into our mind, our hearts and deep down to the core of my soul.
Art is a smile when all you want to do is frown.
Art is the hope that helps you see and feel until it is with every breath.
Art is breath.
Look out into the wonders of the world and you will feel art.
Art is you.
Art is me.
Oh my, I really do need to work on this poetry writing. Whimsical words. Here’s to all of you who read this blog. Good vibes to you and all.