Painting and Meditation

When the night falls, and the world dreams, my connection to creative energy comes into existence. Peaceful, quiet, with no pressures from the outside world, my only sacrifice: sleep.

It is then I paint. First, putting my hands on the canvas, and letting the energy speak to me. I begin to paint, first with deliberation, and then gradually progressing into rapid succession of strokes. I become a conduit for the painting: it is no longer only me.

When dawn's fingers gently appear, and I at last drop my brush with exhaustion, I finally see the work. Sometimes it startles me, often it makes me feel complete.

With that, I stumble to bed, complete in creation, covered with paint.