Genesis

this journey through transformative creation of self, i wouldn't trade for any wage of this world. i am a piece of work, a piece of artwork painstakingly painted with each inspiration i'm gifted. dark hues that once pictured my blues have been renewed with vibrant yellows that sing songs of canaries. harsh lines have been subdued softer with a light that blends them out of density and into the texture of muddied misdirection, muting misappropriated passion. and as this picture comes together, i am blessed with moments of clarity to stand back and appreciate with all of my senses the many aspects of me. i am not of one matter of substance. i am not a centrally-focused, picture perfect portrayal. i am not scaled to size nor am i one-dimensional; i'm not even confined by the limits of matting or frame. but that's what makes the crafting of each soul unique. almost everything you can think of has been thrown at MY canvas, yet here i am hanging on. and i have the audacity to be leveled too, bold, a colorful interpretive dance of organized chaos seasoned in the middle of the night while everyone is sleeping. balanced by the hands of God by morning.