that you will give your blood,
sweat, and tears for it. It is then
that life begins to imitate art.
Anyone can paint a pretty picture.
But it takes a lot for someone to
paint how they feel. How does one
express love, happiness, pain on to
canvas? Unable to express myself in
any sort of normal venue I have come
here.
Art can show you things no one else can
see. Thats the amazing power of it. It
can do almost anything. It can make you
laugh, it can make you cry. It can make
you smile. It can shock and horrify you.
It can make a statement or it can say
nothing at all. It can be art for arts
sake alone.
For myself, it is my happiness. It is my
sorrow. It is the first thing i do when I
wake up. Its the last, before I lay down. It
is my lover and it is my worst enemy. It
is really all that I have left.
It is my everything.
Love and I am
Marikay
