Drawing my life with my own hands…

It is said that “God created the world out of nothing”. And it’s also true that Michelangelo painted “Last Judgment” or “God creates Adam”, in the Sistine Chapel, on nothing but a rough and sheer ceiling. That’s why “nothing “must signify “a peculiar kind of something”, as Aquinas once said. So there must be an essence in every one of us which it needs to be unbridled outside the mind and exploited at it’s full .It’s like… turning sugar cane into dunder.

Since the beginning of my conscious self, I had a peculiar way to see my life, without any life-boat around me to jump in it or a life-line to hang on to. It was just a blank and shallow space all over, like a blot on a white peace of drawing board and the world was an easel that supported it. As time slipped away, I begun seeing spots and stains, and images painted in a wet brush. At this age everything had changed, I use oil and mural applications, so my image could be completed and full-grown in the artistic way. It became clear to me, while it blurred to others... It’s like turning dunder into raw sugar.

Now my immense affliction it’s over for I have been lucky enough to realize how to “soil my fingers in charcoal”. It is understandable how lines and curves would bring you suffering, joy, and sorrow or how colors can bring life back to you when you’re almost a corpse. Satisfaction; inevitably arises from every sharp, from every touch of a crayon, from the outline to the climax of the draught, like a written text. You use analogy and metaphor in shades, passion in thickening the outlines, and use illusive phrases when you settle the epicenter of the work. It’s like turning raw sugar into glazing sugar.

One would say that the touch of a gift it’s yours to bear forever. Well, I would say that a certain gift would be like an antique book in a second-hand bookshop, never yours to keep… for somebody else to delight.
My venture of positioning the easel to illuminated areas with better reflections continues, hence a improved prospect to reproduce my inner caricature for the pleasure to delight a special soul.