A Power Most Strange

I discovered my power at a fairly early age. I had the power to create my own little worlds in my mind. I think every child is born with fantastical imaginations. As people grow up however, that imagination where anything is possible is slowly rationalized and some people lose that imagination all together.  As I got older my imagination just got more detailed and more elaborate. It also manifested itself in different ways. My written work and my drawings all started to take on lives of their own and become freer flowing. I have never had a problem putting details from my head to paper.  Though if I were to say what I was thinking out loud it would be a jumbled mess.  

I called this piec a winters day. Most people understood it.

Times that I find that I lack power is when I have to verbally try to explain my abstract paintings to people. I have always left people to imagine what I feel or what they see in my paintings but some people what a more concrete definition to my paintings that I can’t really provide. This usually frustrates me and leaves feeling like just storming off like a child. Trying to explain things without writing things down has never been my strong point.  I have always felt that my art can’t be explained concretely anymore you can describe the color blue to someone who has never seen it.

This was on of my unnamed piece that I couldn't really explain.

When I can’t get out of explaining my art I try to think about what was going on when I was painting it. I focus any emotions that I was feeling and anything that was going on n my life at the time I was working on it. I also try to patiently explain to the person or people that I can’t just put a concrete thought on my paintings when a lot of the time they are masses of different things that are going on in them. Sometimes they get angry that I can’t better describe my paintings and put exact thoughts to what I was painting or drawing. I just apologize and say that there really isn’t any way I can clearly explain what goes through my head sometimes when I am painting. Sometimes I am not even sure what I am putting on my canvas. That I can’t explain what I see through your eyes.

Some on thought that this had something to do with DNA. They were close just not human DNA

When I was a Limitless Child

When I was a limitless child,

the sky was my boundary.

The earth that surrounded me,

was my canvas that stretched forever.

My medium were my toys,

were brushes in my hands.

Their vivid colors, their textures,

a pallet to be envied.

Endless creations at my command,

except for the occasional whim of my playmates.

The endless array of imagination

unfolded masterpieces in my mind.

The glittering pink of princess dresses

and blue armor of their knights.

The emerald green of dragon's scales

and their burning scarlet flames

The golden sun a sliver

behind a slate grey castle

The princess and her knight

watch as first violet then black cover the sky

Our mothers call us in then,

the painting finished for now.

The brushes are put away

tomorrow is another day for a masterpiece to begin.