The Painter
“There is a globe welling up inside of me. Mountain ranges ridging my skin,
oceans filling my mouth...
If I stay still long enough, I could become my own world.”
Around a year ago, I decided not to live in the city anymore. Mainly because of the massive hole it left in my pocket, but also because I grew up on a farm in the middle of acres of fields that sort of stretched out into nowhere. So I moved to this tiny little village, and around 5mins drive is this incredible scenery. There's something in the first breath that fills your lungs when you step outside on a cold, winter's day that really makes me feel alive... life seems colourful again. The only way I can describe it, is the Bigness you feel when you're a child, and you don't understand anything so everything fills you to the brim with awe and amazement. That's how I feel on a daily basis, and it's made being alive so valuable to me.
Considering my place in the universe, my insignificance and knowing that everything I do will be forgotten... that all my memories are just souvenirs that only serve me for my time here alive; it's kind of scary. But weirdly comforting. I'm still working on how I feel about it all, but I'm happy, 100%. I'm in the depths of creating my own world, I'm whole and complete and the paintbrush is in my hand. It's an amazing feeling. I am so lucky.
The Painter
“There is a globe welling up inside of me. Mountain ranges ridging my skin,
oceans filling my mouth...
If I stay still long enough, I could become my own world.”
Around a year ago, I decided not to live in the city anymore. Mainly because of the massive hole it left in my pocket, but also because I grew up on a farm in the middle of acres of fields that sort of stretched out into nowhere. So I moved to this tiny little village, and around 5mins drive is this incredible scenery. There's something in the first breath that fills your lungs when you step outside on a cold, winter's day that really makes me feel alive... life seems colourful again. The only way I can describe it, is the Bigness you feel when you're a child, and you don't understand anything so everything fills you to the brim with awe and amazement. That's how I feel on a daily basis, and it's made being alive so valuable to me.
Considering my place in the universe, my insignificance and knowing that everything I do will be forgotten... that all my memories are just souvenirs that only serve me for my time here alive; it's kind of scary. But weirdly comforting. I'm still working on how I feel about it all, but I'm happy, 100%. I'm in the depths of creating my own world, I'm whole and complete and the paintbrush is in my hand. It's an amazing feeling. I am so lucky.