become the artist of my soul

Being an artist is a journey. You can’t dig you way to find it. It’s a place inside yourself that you always strive to express, to share. Always water with inspiration, feed with passion, and plant in your imagination.

If I always keep my heart open, listen to my soul, and feed my inner fire.

I will become that artist. That artist of my soul.

I call myself an artist, and maybe one day I will hear others call me that too as they see me through the beauty I share.

Life

Life… wearing a green dress and sunglasses with stars, jumped on my face yesterday and screamed at me to “BREATHE!” Her breath smelled like mint and midnight, with a hit of dirt and something older. I looked out at her under my eyelids and told her, “I am breathing, I am taking air into my lungs and out.” “No, child, stupid child, BREATHE in with your skin, your hair, your bones, your feelings, your emotions, your thoughts, your hate, your fear, your colors, your words, your childhood, your future, your toes, your stories, your eyes, your ears, your blood, your love, your dreams…. BREATHE it all in. And then, with all of that, fat in your lungs… breathe out, and give back to the world. Feed them LIFE as you see it, feel it. Become the artist of your soul. Tell your story. Help them grow.”

That… is Breathing… Creating… Loving… and Living… that is what LIFE taught me.

Can I put my soul on paper? Through paint? On flim? I will try… and try… and die trying….