This is how every canvas starts out. Blank! No title, no color, no subject, no image. It is open to the universe, the endless venture of imagination. It is freedom and the unknown of creativity. It clings to every angle, facet, area & dimension of “Nothing, but everything.” and before the first stroke, it is declared beautiful. A blank canvas is the mirror image of “Faith”. The gift of sight has to go beyond what you see with your eyes. The mind envisions and the heart feels the canvas with conviction. It is the touch of the canvas that reminds you of what it means to fall in love all over again with art. The energy is exuberating and those who can not see it invisible have to be shown by the canvas’s master. He/She is the guide and orchestrator of the masterpiece. Only then can it be alive and the viewers alive with it.
The masses already know about the brainstorming, but very few know about the storm inside the brain.
Those that are diehard artists know about it, because the creativity can be overwhelming to the point that one is not able to apply the creation as fast as it is being thought up.
This is both on the right and the left side of the brain, but of course, moreso the right.
I am diagnosed with this symptom badly.
It is literally like a forever going storm inside of you that effects your every being.
The creativity that flows inside my brain and transcends throughout my body is a whirlwind of natural disasters, in a good way of course. But it can often times cause my stress levels to go haywire.
Its in me too good, to well. I don’t despise it. The chaos and turmoil is beautiful. I guess that’s just what comes with the gift of artistry, creativity, imagination, dreaming big and fantasizing.
There is a deep love and passion within the storm.
And like every storm, there is an eye. A comforting peace that this beautiful gift will never run out. It is with you always. Its got your name on it.
I always say that, I have so much creativity that I could give some away and still have plenty left.
“Thats what you call creativity beyond its borders. It is an overflow of consistently breaking the rules, breaking the laws and getting away with it every single time. Talk about a guilty conscience.
It is an overflow of imperfection and perfection and you are stoned for both.
It is an overflow of having so much to offer and giving to the world of mankind and often times than not, being devalued, unappreciated, no and/or little respect.”
The storm is gratifying and in the same breath it is a curse. It is a steady reminder that the weathers are needed to bring flavor where it is flavorless, but also, despair, in the sense that it can be dark, lonely and secluded.
Isn’t it just beautiful. Now you can kind of relate to a crazy person.
And just in case you didn’t know, all artists are crazy, most in a good way, but I can’t speak for everyone.
I won’t. Some people’s craziness is on another level, beyond understanding.
But I can speak for mine and it is a creative sane craziness. The storm is a wild goose chase, but I do my best to keep it under raps and contained so that it doesn’t drive me too nuts.
Its a mad storm and it dwells inside my brain at all times. All I can seem to say is, “Thank You Lord!”
-LeXXah Drew It-
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