As my brush glides across the canvas I realize I’m not in control anymore.
It’s this force that I can’t contain.
A wicked energy glides through my very core
Madly painting this artwork to life.
It’s my soul that loves and lives to create.
This feeling I know too well when my body is no longer bound by chains.
I thrive in chaos
Live in mess
Dream in madness.
Too long have I been bound by routine and been driven down by day to day tasks.
When I let go of the strings my soul flies.
I am up above looking down on myself.
The Mad painter and I.