Painted Poetry by Keila
Tears On Your Fire by Keila
In high school I sketched for fun. Hadn't picked up a pencil or paint brush for about a decade. Then, an inward inspiration arose and has embodied a desire to express and alleviate my deepest emotions or thoughts. As of late I've been experimenting with oils. I don't know what the heck I'm doing and I should really take an art class...but, where do I fit that in? I will never claim any of my 'so called' expressions of art are any good but they speak things most may never get. My soul transpires into painted poetic images. Are words really necessary? I find in my life, more than ever, I cannot communicate the deepest parts of me in any verbal ratification. For in this time, I'm constricted to imagery. I have hope for the day I can freely say....what it all means.... this life of the in between. When I look back, I can make sense of God's configuring in his makings of ME.
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