To be an artist

To be an artist

I am pure color and brightness: blending, bending, bleeding onto itself.

And it’s freeing, exhilarating,

abnormal ,

But, ok.

Art escapes me in polychromatic patterns; bursting, unaltered, and all at once, swelling my heart and opening my eyes to intake color.

I am inspired and transpired

Into a world where I feel

Sort of normal. A world of color that I don’t have to sort through.

A world I can claim me as mine.

I can taste my soul, I can trust my mind.

I can proceed without caution, correction, or censorship.

So deeper I go into this explosive, unpredictable, prismatic, minefield. There’s no fear because I know, the explosion won’t kill me

I can survive;

Unafraid, equipped to

overcome the turmoil of an unmentioned, unbearable, black and white world.

In this prismatic, cocoon of color,

I don’t have to fight nor tame my senses.

For they are constantly stimulated by my very existence.

With color flowing in my veins, I can prevail as a color among all colors yet, individually unique, and outstanding.

I, you, and we, become large, unaltered, uncompromised.

Wholly real, abstract, animate beings, fully formed, Without form nor conformity.

We excel without submission nor consent

Persistently remaining, reigning, and reverberating across all dimensions of space, sound, and light.

As art: hue, saturation, intensity and color.