Rage against the canvas

Rage against the canvas

By author Kathy Reed

Date 8/22/2020

The state of my artist mind

I have a block, an artist block so be it intentional or un, I think that this block is the road to my end. If the beginning of time was a million minutes before it created, I wonder if even the greatest powers would say it like that. I am an unintentional artist. The waves of electricity are roaring through to get you to scopeout what is holding you back. You hold on to fame and you want the money so you ponder a life of what that looks like, then you ponder a life of what life looks like now, and you block out what is right in front of you. This is your canvas talking and your need to pull me closer to you, so that you can touch it with your thoughts.

The door to success is calling, but your not listening

The measure today is far more reachable for being an artist then the past. For the old artist who inspired me, I think that of a saying is that fame does them more than just them themselves. So many artist were starving artist that held a pretty tight vessel to only finally be recognized by their peers. Don't forget the people who absolutely are a genius behind their art as well. This genius is what leads to the wonder of the absolute certainty that you will succeed, one way or another. The point of the door before you is so that you don't go through those same doors anymore. So following Picasso will only get you through, well at least the first door. No, you want to keep that stick figure you just drew?

The road to success

The road to get there is tuff if you let it, and the road to get yourself back is so easy. Why is that, one can only imagine? An artist has to find his road, to his own success. So even though you bought the art supplies, what's your road? Still don't know. Here, when you can smell the paint calling you, when in our modern day, you can hear the cheers screaming "Hobby!" "Lobby"! When you find yourself saying there is no place that I would rather be at then here in front of you drawing, no, detailing the road. Then tell your canvas, this for you, and put the stick and brush to it and go.

The bridge is over water for a reason

If you have to get up and get out of your head because it's all too much. Put on 'you', your artist gear, we all have one outfit that screams, I am an artist, I will paint and I will note that this life was an image, of rage, of hate, of lust, of babies and of war. You are truly only in your head anyway, and then when you have yourself ready, lay your paintbrush down and smile, because you have just released your artist block.

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Photos by: Crazy people by Saatchi Art, Gone Crazy by Terrance Prysiazniuk

Writer: Kathy Reed