There are times when words fail me; when there are so many thoughts running through my mind that I can’t seem to find the words to describe them. Even now, I’m struggling to put into words what I’ve been doing for the last hour.
Art.
Sometimes I create art with my words.
Sometimes I create art through my photography.
And sometimes still, I create art through paint and canvas or pencil and sketchbook.
My art is not good art. It is not groundbreaking or noteworthy.
Oftentimes it is utter crap.
But still I create.
I put pen to paper.
Pencil to sketchpad.
Paint to canvas.
Tonight was a paint to canvas kind of night.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be able to find the words. Or even finish that painting.