Entry 37: The Audacity of Canvas


Who am I

To fill this canvas,

With colors of my whim

Following paths of my

Untethered desires?

Why spend

Time away from familial duties,

Hard earned money on

Brushes and paints?


The canvas is for

The creative,

The inspirational,  

The movement builders

With a vision for the masses.


I have only a quiet

Yearn in my heart for

Vibrant colors and curved lines,

A small ache in my soul for

Texture and beauty.


Who am I

To fill this canvas?


rainbow spirit

Entry 23: Never


I never walked through a cold forest

Alone with my fears

Lighting a fire to survive.

I never jumped from a plane

My face skin whipped by

Gravity’s wind.

I was never violated

Body and soul crushed by someone’s need

To seize.

I never left the shore for long

My leash reeled me back in again

And again.

I never felt hunger for food or ambition

Or heart-break that made me want to die.

I dab, with a fumbling brush

My wound, my doubt,

Onto a homemade canvas

Wondering if I have anything

Worthy to say

Entry 21: The Better Artist


Who is the better artist?

The one who draws precisely what she


With each stroke,

Shading carefully,

Measuring for proportions

Converting canvas into reality,

As if developing a photograph?

I think otherwise.

The artist who fills their masterpiece with


Interaction, who

Creates, not imitates

Is the Magnificent artist.

To this wisdom, I held true at age 16  

And in 26 years since I have become a master



Written in January 1992, Updated in August 2017