It is Art

Hearing the orchestra bounce off the walls and into your ears. Feeling the paintbrush in your hand as it glides across a canvas as if portraying an elegant dance. Seeing the pictures in your mind splatter over the colorless board. Not being able to open your eyes to see the blended colors gracefully uniting but imagining it come together in epic harmony. Completly in sync with the rest of your body. Both, your mind and your actions, are completely steady and ready for the next movement of the brush, exited to show the next missing piece of the image.  Hands moving at great speeds but feeling as if you are moving through time in space. Having a piece of yourself released and expressed after years of keeping it locked inside. Feeling an intense calmness within your soul that relaxes your core. Wherever i paint, that is a place where I feel free to be whoever I want. This is me.