It’s a strange kind of prophecy, crying in the parking lot. Not sure you were a genius knowing it all ends in pain. You held my wreck-less station. I’m still standing in the shadows, waiting in the rain.
I paint a dark picture. Seeking light I have known. The palette has shifted.
It is difficult, I am difficult. Thinking back to past relationships I see my faults. I see my wrongs in the darkest manner. Thinking forward as a person of growth I see the changes needed. I want to evolve, I want to be better. Here I am.
In 4th grade the cutest little girl used to ride on our bus. I tried to sit near her as we all did, she was the sun. She laughed, entertained and generally brightened each day. One winter morning she looked into my eyes and said, “You are like a very sad old man.” My heart collapsed even as other children erupted in laughter.
Those words haunted me across the years. I have tried to be upbeat and find my own laughter. In the end the cute little prophet had it right.
Excuse the song title, it is a good one though!
Just for fun posting the most recent skull paintings together. Both 10″ x 10″ acrylic. Hopefully I will be back behind the brush soon!