Painting

Today is one of my Best Friend's Birthdays. For his presents Ive painted him three paintings of different sizes.

Ive been inventive and experimental in the mediums Ive used and overall Ive been pleased as well as contented.

 Nothing in this world expresses how much I love Art. Its apart of me and dispite all of my failings I always go back to it.

I wrote a poem about how much I love it and the challenge it presents. Ive probally posted this before but here it is again:

Art

    Strokes of paint
               entwined with the substance of god,
          Each stroke
partakes in an understanding
                   
                                                        a goal.

Symbolising the creature,
                  the heart and soul,
                        of whatever stands before it.
And yet,                  as I stand
                                        paint brush I clasp,
                                                 I study in vain the object

              like a lifeline,
      of what I desire to create.

It will not come.

Instead,                                  pictures
                                                      race across my mind
                                                  through my body,

my rythym of breath
                    becomes non excistent.


                                 I fly,

                                 I run,



                                                                                      away.

 Realistation
         I assume,
           I hate,
         then
laughter.

                                 Art
                                   Passion
                                 Life.


          equals a person
equals me.
          Incapable



                                                                         of love.


A.M.Dale.