And before I leave you all

[tsumik]

to join my friend Robert Fulgham's writing before bed. I thought It was time I got back to thinking about things since I have strayed from that for so long now it seems. I got to thinking about art. Of any form really. Painting, singing, dancing, poetry, etc. etc. I started to try to figure out what were the things that cause me to be inspired and run to my bins of tools and such to make art of particular forms. The list grew quite large in my head till the point I couldn't remember the beginning. Family, friends, pets, smile from strangers, the smell of wonderful perfume, etc. etc. Then I realized it really equates to one simple word. Love. Love from my parents, the love of conversations with my friends, love of looking at a beautiful face, or the love of someone saying hello with only the intent of spreading a little cheer. So then I thought how is this all sort of connected. Well blissful love, the kind you try to explain to someone and yet fall short of words, has to be the inspiration for art cause the creation of art is trying to communicate through another method. Some caveman way back in the day before any real spoken language probably wanted to tell someone else later in the future about a love of his that he had. Maybe actually knowing that he wouldn't be able to speak to anyone else in anyway they could understand turned to art for his method of communication. Love was the muse for his ventures into art. Looking at alot of my art now makes me realize how true all this is. My painting is my love of colors and light, inspired by someone who loves me so greatly that leaves little ways to explain them to you. So someone could look at that painting long after I'm gone and understand the feelings of love I felt in untangible ways I cannot explain. Love is my muse, and art is my attempt to document the love i can't put into words.