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My art is rough around the edges.

Like me, like the way I sometimes feel.

It has its seasons and its draughts.

Somedays, it flows easily.

Too easily.

And those days scare me a little.

Somedays I have to ground myself in it,

be cautious and aware of each stroke.

Those days are the most peaceful.

But yet somedays feel like a forever,

between me and my palette.

I may not be an artist yet.

But there's art in me.

And I see it all around me.

It does not matter,

thhat I can't put a label on the way the brush feels in my hands.

Artist or not, I have a home in colors.

A place to lose myself, and sometimes to discover myself.

Infinte possibilities at the end of my brush,

sprawled like lightning strikes on my dirty desk.

The only thing I know are the songs in my head,

when I close my eyes and think of the next color.

It becomes a little easier to breathe,

when I am surrounded by the smell of paints.

Forever grounded to the carefree version of me,

with the added weight of a tube of color.

Everything falls into place,

the world stays still in a haze.

Everytime I hold a brush and paint,

somewhere in me is born a little girl.

Again.

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Bakhodir Jalal

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The Artist’s Reminder

Find ways to create It doesn’t matter how small Show the world your light.

- Majid Evan Jamaleldine

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6. 

Yellow never fails in making it all bright and better Sunshine, summer, mangoes and butter Cheese, lemon, bananas and corn,  Yes, food is my favourite kind of porn. Since the last few years yellow makes me also think of Van Gogh, I can watch his Starry Night a million times and still go ‘woah’. What about it do I love so much? It’s the creator too, not alone the creation that acts like my crutch. Art can save you if not make you joyful, And that’s the first step when your life is woeful. Not because of his illness but despite it he made magic So maybe I can find some solace in creating even in these times so tragic.

— April 6th, Monday     Napowrimo, 2020

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I've been painting. It doesn't look like anything or anyone but it feels like something so there's that and in this moment it feels like I'm here to stay.

as opposed to what?

there's liquor in the world and a portion of the year is called "fire season" in California and a few people over the years have pondered whether or not those two things are related.

I daydream of painting.

not the fires. not anything or anyone, really.

but something.

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the faint aroma of

paperback books and

dust-lined surfaces

permeates the room.

every word i read,

every page i turn,

it all points to

a simple conclusion:

the miracle of creating art

lies in the ability to harness

excruciating pain and torment

to create something beautiful.

"masterpiece."

d.b.a

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Ксения Стекольщикова/Ksenia Stekolshchikova

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paintbrushes

looking to the unfinished clouds, meagre brush in hand

the painter sighs “how can I recreate the sky?”

in anguish,  the brush is thrown to the ground and forgotten 

buried in the dirt, a dream dies

this was his twelfth brush 

the painter  sits  and clasps hands  in the gaudy kitchen 

paint stains the sink

kettle steaming and sunflowers leaning  toward the window 

the painter  thinks  in lines and strokes

in spectra, in hope

and in the tepid orange room  with his kettles and canvases 

he will paint the people  not the sky 

they were always simpler

the painter  paints because every flourish, every sweep and plume  is a breath, a gush of blood, a purpose

and there are always more 

paintbrushes left in the world

© On the Cusp of Something Beautiful

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She always ends up

With more paint smeared on her face

Than on the canvas

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Studio by the River.

Mike Hall

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@winsaykophum @a-book-of-creatures The name Tombigbee is a mispronounciation of the Choctaw phrase 'box-maker'--probably because those living along the banks made boxes to ship goods downriver to Mobile. This being the gulf coast, a myth sprang up that the translation was 'coffin' not 'box. So people who live in the area will cheerfully tell you the river is called the 'coffin-maker'😆

The Oxbow lakes here are going to be insane

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Head of Yakushi

Kofuku-ji Temple Nara, Japan

"Dated to 685, this cast copper alloy head formerly belonged to a sculpture of the Buddha Master of Medicine (Jp. Yakushi Nyorai) that was originally enshrined at Yamadadera Temple in Asuka, a town about 20 kilometers south of the city of Nara, and the capital of Japan at the time of the image’s construction."( via )

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lately, i keep my heart in a cage,

as she's gotten restless and flighty,

where she runs to roost in nests

that are only just warm enough

with hot and promiscuous promises;

but, tonight, when i went to check

the locks, i found the little gate open,

and she, rounded and curled,

nestled in delicate and gentle palms;

she has not run here to roost, but rather,

i think, wishes to see, and savor, a warmth

she's never been given before, but

a thought gums up in my mind:

when did she find her way out, and

since when did you have a key?

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Our pack. #happy #cute #motivation #inspiration #scbwi #art #comic #artlicensing I’m selling limited personalized prints now too! Email me at guy@4amshower.com for more info! If you have a favorite animal and topic such as love or depression, comment and I might be able create a comic from it :)

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🎶Alright my brothers listen closely

tonight we get the new saga

we’ve waited long for this moment

and now we’ll have a full Act 1.

Think of your friends and your family

Who’ll have to hear all the songs

On repeat for the next year

It’s time for the Underworld Saga!🎶

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Dawn

Far ahead the horizon glows

Filling my eyes

with breathtaking hues

The sky shatters

into streaks of gold

Warming a cold earth

with gentle hands

A dark fog lifts

cross a verdant land

The aroma of wet soil

fills my head

Sound of silence

breaks from the trees

A joyful song

from beneath the leaves

A new day shares

a new beginning of life

When a smile from nature

heralds the dawn

with a spectacular light