48 x 60
Gallery Stretched Canvas
Acrylic
Fine Madness
My mind is full, overflowing..
Need to paint..
Need to create..
Need to write..
Need to think..
Is it the rambling of a lunatic or perhaps a glimpse of brilliance?
Where is my label?
Should I put it in a box and hide it away from the world..
my peers.. my judge.. my jury?
Should I take it out?
Should I let it shine.. love it.. nurture it?
It’s all right there trying to get out..
trying to become its own.
Why am I afraid?
Is it bad.. is it good?
Is it right.. is it wrong.
To many questions.. to many opinions..
how can it win.. how can it measure up?
What is my label?
Sleep is it’s time to shine.. to come out and play..
unabated.. free.. no walls.. no boundaries.. time to express..
If it is called art it is called genius.
If it is different it is bad.. unacceptable.
I have colored out of the lines.
Shame.. fear.. guilt..
Don’t talk about it.
You will hang by your peers in this world if not the next.
Stay on the road.. don’t go into the forest.
The forest is bad.. the forest is dangerous.
The forest is quiet.. the forest is beautiful.
Full of life not seen.
I want to go into the forest..
I want to get lost.. not worry.
I want to run.. to hide.. to play.. to feel.
My eyes are open.. I am not afraid.
At least the wolves are real, they are just hungry, not evil.
No boundaries.. is it too much?
Who says?
Pick and choose.. decide for yourself.
For me, I will let go.
Yes it’s my decision!
If I’d only known.
So much time wasted.
Its over.. It’s the beginning.
I want it. I will take it. I will embrace it.
But will it be called wicked or wise?
I don’t know don’t care its mine.
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