The artistry of my creativity is adopted into many aspects of not only the creativity itself but equally still the life I lead. To express my art is my heartbeat, governed by the look to be as colourful and vibrant as one can be, not to forget what areas I look towards yet to gather the passion and dedication to find added sources of inspiration. Artistry is based upon not only what one sees yet what one senses and feels, art itself be it a tonic to express the love one feels, forever controlled by many factors namely the surroundings, destination, design, colour or even stressed through the closed eye effect of dreaming. I myself express my art through my every thought, when an idea surfaces I need not to write it down or type its channel of energy down, I simply let it be released and take this vision to a new area named ‘creation’.
For that I have made mistakes, I have made errors, yet an artist I be, to make these errors and mistakes is a normal practice of an artist, they take it upon their life as a lesson, one to walk along a different path or even change their whole world to a place that be one that may have already been designed yet forget it they did. Drawing or painting, writing or typing, art can be of any name or factor, an artist is simply that title, yet an artist is that emotion one feels in their heart when expressive, dreamy or imaginative they become. To share this emotion for an artist is the highest honour they receive, for an artist to be sharing of their personality or persona is one where they express their heart, their life, their world and most importantly their dreams and desires.
If my mistakes became out of control or my mind sent off to a world where I lost the core purpose to be an artist then for that I always try to realign what my purpose be, an artist knows so well that the art itself be that addiction of life, yet other factors can defer their mind and interfere with how they feel, talk, think, design and sense. Yet be it that after time they look back at what they did and assert that past balance to the factor it once was, art be that 2nd chance, that way to change the mind from its detour to one where it was always ready to be expressive and share its love. Art to me is my life, an artist I am, every day I wish to express my heart, yet at times my life took that detour and for that I must always realign what I wish to express and what I wish to create, but art is always my friend, always that love affair I know of for every day to be and for me there is no better honour than to inspire in the love that be named artist. I leave you with a poem that I wrote, a poem that expresses my unknown knowledge of what I truly once was yet after time I woke up to see that this title be always who I am.
My poem…
Little did I know, little did I really see on show, for much time, even when I wrote rhyme after rhyme, this person that depicted me, the name for say that denoted my personality, this name was unfamiliar, if heard of its tone in time further still I would not remember, because of its name, it had not once resided in any life picture frame, if I knew from the start what this title meant, that into my life it had been sent, then still puzzled and unsure I would have become, even in silence I heard its hum, I felt its glow, if anything it had always been on show, but it was hidden from view, yet it had forever laid clue after clue, when I created it was there, when I felt inspired it showed its care, when I dreamt it gave to me idea after idea, it spoke of how life held no fear, life knew only one thing and that was to express, to present to the world my happiness, to draw, cook, photo or write, each one adding a unique sight, adding more evidence to this name’s manner, to this name’s reminder, passion that be also the key, inspiration alas that also was in every step of me, feelings then grew, this name had become true, it had opened its doors, it had no laws, or rules, just many many calls, words of love, seen from the sky above, to the heart I carried, never is its path hurried, time be its honour, imagination be its splendour, this name be my worldly quest, because this name I am is…artist…
