There are moments at night when I feel like the rest of the world has been asleep for 1000 years and it's just me and the stray cats. The silence is loud and screaming. The sleeping world has a sirens song to it. The wind holds you close to its bosom as it sings you night songs. It's like with no words to block it so it has free reign.
I never knew how much I feared until 3 Am. It creeps on you in the silence. Climbs you like a spider monkey and whispers in your ears. Mine? That I'm going to fail as a painter. I know I will not but that is how the fear works. I think of Aesop's fable. Nothing from the rest of the world is right or wrong it just is. The madness is in never moving forward. I am always making and that works for me.
Sometimes all I can do is ponder the colossus.
Dream the lucid dream of woken dreamers on the canvas.
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thaecos:
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jaws318:
@thaecos I love how open everyone is on Sg. It is my true home in a lot of ways. Thank you.
