My Statement

It’s feeling you get when there are doors surrounding you but there’s no stairs to climb to reach them. It’s the bed you’ve been laying for year but there’s no will to get up. It’s the girl on the others side of the door not answering your knocks. It’s the power of vigil you can’t stand to see. It’s the road you’ve been traveling on for years that lead no where but to a regret. It’s the kin’s you can’t live with and live without. It’s the beauty she see in her eyes but is unknown in her mind. It’s the pills that force you to be something your not but you take them anyways….. and it’s the pills your told that make things right but end up causing you to go mad but you take them anyways. It was the deep end you should have stayed in but now you’re on shore with nothing but wrong. It was that afternoon of such sorrow but there was nothing you could do but you lived to see another day but they didn’t. It was the sleep that took hold of you in your best and worst of dreams only to stop your vision and it was the sleep that called you when too much was to be done but you went under. That wounded love has cut you so deep you bleed it’s tales of envy, lost, vitriol, and betrayal. It’s the middle you like to stay in for the slumber is electrified by your past and future. She never was the one and she never will be. But don’t worry you will see another day… and the air you breath will be sweeter then the last. The mistakes and misdeeds or miles back and you know have the road map. It is a delight perfection that has crafted you and I will tell it threw the medium for this is my life told in art.
My life told in art is something I’ve been thinking about doing for a while. I’ve always hesitated this idea because there’s some stuff I didn’t really want to share. However there is stuff that I do want to share I will try and filter out some of the stuff I don’t want to express. The images in my head are mostly figurative and symbolic sculptures that I’ve wrote about in poems. These poems are things that I wrote over the years. As seen from the paragraph above, those are little snip-it’s of poems that I wrote. Through this process I will be able to tap into some deep images that will mean a lot to me. It’s a good window of opportunity that I must take.