I find my comfort in painting. I can’t say it is therapy, but
when tormenting thoughts are taking over my mind this is the only way I can
make them disappear. My brain might be a bit special. When I start thinking
about something, when I get obsessed over ideas I can’t ignore them, I can’t
stop the flow of information. This is my own snowball effect with thoughts. After
hours of concentrating on a painting I manage to move all those things that
keep my head busy from their original place to paper or canvas. I feel at ease.
I feel light. I feel exhausted and at the same time good that again I managed
to tame my demons.
My heart and mind are connected. Too much I would say. In
all my paintings there is a part of me. There is much sincerity and openness. I
say through them what others would be embarrassed to hear.
I have a native talent, but for some reason I had a
blockage. I could not feel the colors. Now I know I needed to reach a different
level of sensitivity. Walls had to be taken down in order to open the gate of
the fortress. Maybe I needed to get weirder and also to grow. I took no special
classes, but I am sure that under supervision and training I can bring into the world
extraordinary works of art. I feel there is no limit to what I can create with paint
and brushes.
I am a baby that learns how to crawl. Wait and watch me run!
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