each moment
movement
if my body were dipped in paint
i would swirl pictures of color and tell the thousand stories
behind my hesitant lips
for me
art
is more than a picture
more than a sentence of well crafted words
it is in
laughter
conversations
strangers on the street
i still don’t have the words to describe it - but for me, it is everywhere - and can be found in each person, story and even in the mundane things we do…
art is a way of life. a way of moving. a way of being and seeing.
the art i see and experience inspires me to create
words, stories, paintings, sketches -
and to create
deep friendships
safe places for the hearts of those i love
i also seek
places of stillness
places of beauty
safe places for my heart and stumbling words to rest and run
too oft
i am too easily scared and my skittish heart retreats into silence
i find the lie hanging like a dropped hula hoop around my ankles “what you have to say is not important”
and i struggle to put into the words the beauty i see
and the texture of the story i feel beating inside my heart each moment…