To
be a painter
is to teeter on the brink between order and chaos
the mad dance of a drunkard hopelessly lost to the world
in love with the unseen
begging for abandon
To be a painter
is to know
without words
the truth
one touches without thoughts
when dancing
on the water
forever
sinking
To be a painter
is to light a fire in the
morning even if is hot outside
because the soul needs to
thaw
after being asleep
for eternity and a day
To be a painter
is to dream with one's eyes wide open
welcoming the dawn of a new beginning
the promise of every empty canvas
beckoning
To be a painter
is not to be a painter at all
but to just be, be with abandon
amazed like a child with every sighting
of the Unseen
- A.T.