My Artistic Soul Must Create Something
I have sold paintings, but not any more
Because I did not get pleasure out of selling.
I get pleasure out of the creative process.
I love choosing the paint colors, and
The actual painting of a canvas relaxes me
Completely, putting me on my soul level.
Painting is a hobby I fell into accidentally,
Urged into it by a persistent granddaughter
Who did not want to paint by herself.
I have never experienced such a transformation
Of energy. All I wanted to do every waking hour for
Four years, was to paint. My paintings surround me.
They are all over the house; there are fifty-five of
Them in our living room, and we adore them.
The painting process has slowed to a slow crawl
Since I re-discovered my writing side in February.
It is now June; and I have written over one hundred
Poems. Possibly more. I can easily shove off from
One hobby to another as long as I am creating something.
If it is heartfelt, honest, from the soul, a little piece
Of me, all the better. I am satisfied, for now. Jewelry
Making will probably be my next obsession.
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