Poems and vignettes written with paint are expressions of the artist. White hair and beard catching the sunlight silently greets the artist from a park bench. A nod becomes a warm feeling we pass on through our painting. Hope, in another painting, of a young mother breastfeeding her baby. Painting is sharing moments and feelings. Sunsets and waves against the rocks. The rewards are tears and smiles for the trips in time we give people. Colors that blur hate, or lift those weights calling us to stand straight. We open our ears while putting people inside another’s shoes.
Each day artists move people to see and feel. Norman Rockwell shows us who we are and could be. Lifting a paint brush for the first time frees up feelings in us. Whether it be an abstract, a painting of a child or that remembered sunset, we are expressing ourselves. We learn the language of painting through desire. There is no right way, no wrong way, no perfection. Art is a gift we give to strangers, the helping hand when someone is down.
