This was my first Oil painting, I ended up calling it the Birth of Adam as a metaphor for pulling myself from the Chaotic fires that was my existence at the time. To reach for a light, shining above, the rays pierce the clouds and smoke, a sense of the divine shining down upon me. An Instrument, or song, or anthropomorphic projection upon the light pulling my consciousness forward, up and out of the nothing that I was into the something I have chosen to be.
This set off the path for the next ten years that brought me, tooth and nail, to this me I see before me. A burning away of what is no longer needed and a refining of what should remain and continue to be. Peeling the Onion deeper into my core trying not to weep, yet longing for that release. My work is a journey of my soul trying to manifest itself into existence. This vessel to explore this universe.
I, like all of us, have been given the gifts, the tools and the will to use them in crafting each bit of me, refining it the way a sculptor bangs their hammer upon the marble before them. Practicing, Processing, Producing, Prospering my self into existence . . .
We are all artists of ourselves. I discovered it late in my life, and I hope that will be a beacon for all that say, “I am too far beyond starting anything new in this life. It’s too late for me, the young are so much further ahead and I will always be playing catch up.” Stop that . . . just start moving. Start Doing. Start Being. Yes, its the hardest thing you will ever do in your life, the being of you, but you have to do it or accept your fate. Morbid but true. That is the fires that kept me going these long years.
Work on YOU . . . and strive for the 10,000th hour creating yourself, then and only then will you master your Will.
How bad do you want it?
What do YOU see when you look out upon the Face of the Waters?