Visual/Dreamy people Create
"Visual/Dreamy people Create." N. James III
Looking through the eyes of an artist is always an adventure. At any given moment, a rock, a tree, the side of a building, a song passing by in a car, the way a trash can is leaning against a building, literally anything can inspire art. I am slowly understanding that Art is my life. I feel in complete when I am not being creative. When I am not allowing myself the space and opportunity to breathe in world around me.
The other night some friends came over and we just decided to sit in the middle of my living room with a canvas and see what happened...and it came out fly! We had people from all walks of life, making it happen. An attorney, a law student, a PhD student, a musician/artist, a non-profit program director and me and we all sat down by our respective sections of the canvas and created. Visual/Dreamy people create.
I have a million and two poems in my head that need to be written. Inspired by the clouds above my head, the city life swirling around me, a song that is playing on my ipod while I am walking to work.
I have a dozen and a half paintings that I need to get out of my system. New techniques that i want to learn and try. Exhibits I need to attend to flush out my fears and that push me to step outside of my box and just try it.
I have stories and characters in my head that need to get out. Scenes that need to be set up, situations that need to be created, conversations that need to be had. Raw wrists and blurred eyes are a sign of productivity and I love for that.
I have a full time job now and I love it, but one thing I realize that above everything else, I am a writer. An artist and my craft will make room for me. As i was walking to work, i discovered a tiny, dimly lit cafe directly across the street from my office which will be the perfect place to get out and spend my lunch hour writing. There are no excuses and no I'm not too tired to do the thing that I love. My gifts will make room for me and no matter what I am an artist. I am an artist. I AM an artist. I love saying that. My world is beautiful and colorful and lively and emotional and full. THe people in my life are talented and creative and that pushes me to move forward with my craft. Art is everywhere, you don't have to think about it, you just have to be it.
I woke up this morning so solid, so happy, so sure because everything I want, all of my dreams are within my reach. My brother told me "I pray that you never lose hope, but keep the faith. Your book/job/life/GOD is as big as you want it to be. BUt of course you gotta do the work and you are a hard worker. The fruit of your labor will be many." I believe that. My dreams and my goals are as big as I want them to be. As big as I can imagine and the really awesome thing about that...is that God can take my dreams and make them even bigger! That alone is a truly amazing thought!
Peace Y'all!
B
Looking through the eyes of an artist is always an adventure. At any given moment, a rock, a tree, the side of a building, a song passing by in a car, the way a trash can is leaning against a building, literally anything can inspire art. I am slowly understanding that Art is my life. I feel in complete when I am not being creative. When I am not allowing myself the space and opportunity to breathe in world around me.
The other night some friends came over and we just decided to sit in the middle of my living room with a canvas and see what happened...and it came out fly! We had people from all walks of life, making it happen. An attorney, a law student, a PhD student, a musician/artist, a non-profit program director and me and we all sat down by our respective sections of the canvas and created. Visual/Dreamy people create.
I have a million and two poems in my head that need to be written. Inspired by the clouds above my head, the city life swirling around me, a song that is playing on my ipod while I am walking to work.
I have a dozen and a half paintings that I need to get out of my system. New techniques that i want to learn and try. Exhibits I need to attend to flush out my fears and that push me to step outside of my box and just try it.
I have stories and characters in my head that need to get out. Scenes that need to be set up, situations that need to be created, conversations that need to be had. Raw wrists and blurred eyes are a sign of productivity and I love for that.
I have a full time job now and I love it, but one thing I realize that above everything else, I am a writer. An artist and my craft will make room for me. As i was walking to work, i discovered a tiny, dimly lit cafe directly across the street from my office which will be the perfect place to get out and spend my lunch hour writing. There are no excuses and no I'm not too tired to do the thing that I love. My gifts will make room for me and no matter what I am an artist. I am an artist. I AM an artist. I love saying that. My world is beautiful and colorful and lively and emotional and full. THe people in my life are talented and creative and that pushes me to move forward with my craft. Art is everywhere, you don't have to think about it, you just have to be it.
I woke up this morning so solid, so happy, so sure because everything I want, all of my dreams are within my reach. My brother told me "I pray that you never lose hope, but keep the faith. Your book/job/life/GOD is as big as you want it to be. BUt of course you gotta do the work and you are a hard worker. The fruit of your labor will be many." I believe that. My dreams and my goals are as big as I want them to be. As big as I can imagine and the really awesome thing about that...is that God can take my dreams and make them even bigger! That alone is a truly amazing thought!
Peace Y'all!
B
