Dancing with Brushes

 

I may not be able to dance using my feet but I can dance using my hands. I dance with brushes. I dance with colors. I play with hues. I out pour my emotions  using the limitless mind of a half filled canister of paint. 

There's a lot about paintings that tell about the painter behind it. In so many many ways.It's even more intriguing to figure out what the painter wants to say than what the painting has to offer. A painting is the painter's soul in a particular second, in a particular minute, in a particular time.

There's so much about "womanity" that I have come to love. The tears, the joy, the strength, the never ending pain, and the love that lies at the end of every broken road.

 

 

"there's sadness.. so you may know the blessing of being happy.. you have been broken.. so you may cherish the time when you will be whole again... you've been hurt so you may feel how it is like to be healed..."

"those golden strands of hair seem to have lost its hue... eaten and distorted by shadows.."

 

"neglected.. abused... consumed... misunderstood.."

MOST PEOPLE (ESPECIALLY MAN) DOESN'T REALLY KNOW WHAT... WHO A WOMAN IS. 

 

"everybody deserves peace.. some found it by just closing their eyes.. there are more words that a close lips can tell than an open mouth..."

 

and there's that one great love... that will make you change the way you think about life. 

After so many sorrows, you finally meet that one person who will make you believe that love has butterflies and love isn't always about torns. 

"i have this addiction.. i always stare at you while you are asleep..."

And yes, only when there's true love that two shadows can be one...