Let Your Eyes Hear

 

I Want to Paint

The first stroke of wet paint on a bright white canvas,

Is the beginning of a masterpiece that never was,

An original, only limited by the imagination,

An idea put into a sharable creation,

Personal, colorful, exciting and new,

To paint is to reveal what is held inside of you,

I want to paint.  I want to create what is me,

I’m not an artist necessarily,

But I’d say I’m a craft enthusiast, a struggling diy-er,

I express myself in making “artwork” out of pure desire,

A desire to create something that is pleasing to the eye,

Art reveals a spirit of appreciation for originality,

It stirs emotions in others and inspires them to a broader mentality,

Creating something from a place of inspiration as a gift of inspiration,

That is art- and it warrants a celebration!

It is a phenomenon of making a statement without even speaking, yet gently,

The eyes “hear” the words as it speaks to each one differently,

Swoosh! Splatter! Swipe! Paint!

Do not fall victim to self-restraint!

I want to paint.  I want to create what is me,

I’m not an artist necessarily,

But when I dip the brush and make the first few strokes,

I feel like I’m mightier than the mighty oaks,

I’m free to live in my imagination, for a time,

It’s like writing poetry that I don’t have to rhyme.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  2/12/2022