I Painted You (you spoke to me)

August 20, 2014

Lately things have been speaking to me in new ways. All my life I have passed certain places. I have always viewed my suroundings and kept on moving. I noted items I would see but gave it no more thought. They were just “things.” Things in a field. Things by the road. Things on a tree.

Now they have new meaning. I lived in places and drove by the same spots hundreds of times in all sort of mindsets — but one day something turns on. I see it with a new light! — new colors, new light, new ideas!

For instance, now I see certain walls or signs as a potential spot to paint. I see a tree with no limbs or a fence with missing slats. I see old signs or a pile of items by a mailbox waiting to be thrown out. I go up and ask questions to people who seem interesting. I find a bottle half covered in dirt in the muggy woods and dig it up. I paint it anew. The sun shines.

Here are a few things I have painted on my breaks during work on my new mural near Atlanta’s Piedmont Park. I never want to go back to how I was. I want to keepĀ sailingĀ around the Earth in the opposite direction. I count all the odd thoughts and imagery in my brain as a blessing from the Spirits in the sky. I may push the edge of mental stablility at times but my sweet wife eases me back. I take a breathe and close my eyes. I am thankful for a mind that sees the world in a way, unique to me.

– kyle

 

 


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