CreativityCreativity, set me on fire.Leave me hanging on your last word and pull me so close.I want to hear your wisdom; I want to breathe in every part of you. I want to be kissed by your knowledge and learn to understand.Just so I can stand on my own.Be my pillar and lift me up for the world to see.Show them my layers. Let me spill my colors.Emotions reflected in a mirror image of all the parts of me.I am glad to be blessed by you today and forever.Creativity is my eternal treasure.Never to give it up, sometimes sparked.Sometimes fizzled. Always speaking to me in riddles.Let me figure out the puzzles.To make a work of Art.
Giving upGiving upThe last song has been sung by the mistralIt is about a sad love one has never hadLike it's been written in all the old creedsand how all our efforts have been decriedWe onced vowed to stay together, whatever befallsWe said it with nothing to regret, and yet...our trust, and love, and faith were sulliedwith bitter facts none of us can denyWe have fought, we have given it allbut people still fret, won't forgetSo, slowly but sure we recedefrom the passion and say goodbyeThis time for sure, we shallletitdie....
When I look at anothers art...When I look at another’s art... When I look at another’s art and the drawing looks so realistic, like a photograph, my first impression is 'wow'. Then when I get to exploring it, it may start to fill me with some kind of emotion, and then naturally I compare it to myself, and the question always comes to mind, 'can you do that?' I feel challenged, and my competitive nature comes out, and then there’s my confidence. I don't like that about myself, I can't just look at it and enjoy the sight without feeling rivaled. Realistic drawings like that make me uneasy....is it because I feel somewhat jealous because I don't think I can
The Rise Of The Artist, You Are The FutureFebruary 27, 2013/by $techgnoticWatch #depthRADIUS →You Are The FutureForward by $techgnoticPicasso seeing a seven as an upside down nose?Right brain warriors in the new age will be the coveted candidates ordained to lead and guide us; lifting the torch to light the way forward into a brave new beautiful world.Artists have always feared that they are unappreciated and that the march of progress comes only from business, science and their machines. 1984 was imagined by an artist projecting these exact fears. Our guest essayist suggests the computer will never be our master, but only the super high speed counting machine it was meant to be leaving humans with only one pure task— being creative.The Right Brain Revolutionby
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