26 1 / 2012
Being Undone.
Being Undone.
Like hanging in mid-air
Unable to breathe.
These past few days i have been feeling the urge to paint again.
Images from the heart i would like to be constantly reminded of.
It brings me back to those childhood years when i took painting lessons.
I would always have a hard time copying the object in view and would always end up with an “abstract painting” as the teacher/artist would tell my parents.
That was years ago.
I didn’t finish art school.
There have been many things in my life that i started and somehow along the way i just didn’t finish.
Years later, today that is, i seem to pass them by again.
Like being in an old place for the first time.
Maybe it’s time to get things done.
