Vincent Van Gogh and IA Poem by KittenI am an artist. At least that is what I call myself. Others in my life agree greatly that I am an artist. Like Vincent, I paint. I paint. I paint. I paint. Feeling the colors, Forming shapes and figures. At times my painting is inspired, By the life, spirit, of the multitude of objects in my life. Other occasions, there is no inspiration for my work. I simply paint because I am able. Either way, my work never turns out less marvelous. Something odd, Unsettling rests inside of me, Deep in my mind. A soul confused in a melancholy mist, Transforms into an optimistic soul filled with passion and exuberance. Interesting, absurd, yet cunning all at once. Experiencing what I sense. Vincent understands. He knows exactly what I am describing. A "lunatic" artist. My true being. Carving and craving. I create images with wonder and emotions to fill ones' soul. Sometimes, I just need some money, So I slap a masterpiece onto a lucky canvas. Few of us artist experience this. I suppose when you are settled in this position, Sincerely, you are an artist, Because no matter what you feel, Your situation, in every struggle, Comfortable moments in life, Creating art, molding a masterpiece, Disregarding the sane or insane ramblings that are Birthed from your beautiful mind, It is simply, Wondrously, Divine. Vincent and I know. © 2014 KittenFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on September 30, 2014 Last Updated on September 30, 2014 AuthorKittenParis, FranceAboutHello! I go by Kitten here on this site:3 I dream of being a writer. I can't help but love classic literature, poetry, mystery, adventure, romance, new age, magic, suspense, and all the other many wo.. more..Writing
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