Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts

Friday, August 26, 2011

Waiting For Me



Staring at the sky
Light invading me
Darkness absorbing me
At once...

Me, chained in my senses,
connected to Pain;
to Love;
to Hate;
to Delight and Joy.
They are filling me....
and choking me.
Forcing me to give in,

But I won't!
YOU ARE WAITING FOR ME!


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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Gift

I wonder: can someone lose their gift from lack of exercise? Because sometimes I'm afraid that is what happened to me. As a child, I used to draw all the time, it was like breathing to me. I couldn't live a single day without drawing something. Than in high-school, an art high-school, there was too much drawing. My school day started at 8 a.m. and ended at 8 p.m. most of the times. There were regular classes, than studio hours: drawing, painting, sculpting. At the end of my four years in high-school, I was tired and completely fed up. I abandoned my calling. I gave up on my gift.
Years have passed...now I find myself wanting to draw, beginning something and not liking the rezult. I feel somehow betrayed by my gift, even though I know I'm entirely to blame. I know I lost my touch, and I have to work on it again, but sometimes I fear. I'm thinking I was punished for abandoning my gift by taking it away from me...by who? I don't know, God, nature... I so hope that's not true, and that is only a stupid fear. I'm planning to get it back and start exercising, drawing, even if I will not like what I get. My friends and my family keep telling me it is still there, that they wouldn't be able to do what I do, draw like me, not in a million years.
I pray they are right, and my gift is still there. Wish me luck!