This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Nightblooms.

Written in

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Portfolio series
Water soluble oil pastels
Like drawing with lipstick
Thick and creamy

The paper starts to curve
Toward center
A blackhole pulling
The stick has a mind of its own

No way to avoid the smear
and ghost lines

The art teaches.
Doing is irreplaceable.
Get your hands messy.
Smudge across your forehead.

The art is speaking.
Draw me in lines and curves.
and shading

I am never more alive
than on a page.

You can take lessons to learn technique
Spend years study values
and how to replicate the masters
The only way to learn
is to get messy
Dirty hands.
Paint on stones.

The paper tells you what it knows.
if you get quiet enough to listen.

They will tell you it is a waste of time
when you are eighteen years old.
One day you wake to realize,
You paint not what you see,
but what you know.

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