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| Proud, is a word I don't use a whole lot when describing my art. |
Too high, too fast, a flood of emotion and pent up energy wound inside me, fear, uncertainty, but then, music. A release, a genuine flood of emotion, feeling and thought spilling effortlessly onto this digital canvas. I was learning to fully appreciate the beautifully arranged music in my head one note at a time. Different from the brazen emotional and psychological purge of LSD; this was sweet, gentle, natural, effortless. This feeling was different, safety, a homely symphony of particles dancing and twirling in my head, an Ionization of emotion. The energy pulled and pushed on me like a cork bobbing on the surface of water, along for the ride. "Keep Close" I whispered to myself in awe at the coordination of mind and body. I smiled with a sense of love, nostalgia and just pure emotion of the moment as I captured it on the canvas. Coming down, gently, but surely, coming down. "Stop" I thought to myself as I began to pick apart mistakes, go over details, fine tune what was already pure. "Stop" The moment was perfectly poured out and captured, nothing else was needed. The more I came down the more I found fault, so I stopped and I smiled, as my left brain vied for control again, to analyze and critique, to judge and re-do, as the right brain laughs and nudges me on the shoulder "We nailed it dude."
