There are some days when I have so much to say that I can not manage to speak a single word.
Sometimes I envy those who can talk endlessly about nothing. You can tell they don't have a single thought in their head. It would come in handy in my business. Turn the mouth on and the mind off.
There are days when my mind will not let go of an image. It is all I can see. When I close my eyes it remains. There is no hiding from it. It comes out in everything I do or say.
Other days I can't focus on anything or anyone.
My mind races faster than I can keep up with. It becomes a blur and makes me spin.
I open my mouth to scream, STOP!
But nothing comes out.
I draw or paint and all I can do is scribble, unable to hold a single vision for long enough to get it out. It all comes out at once.
It is like being lost in a crowd. Surrounded by people and miles from anyone.
Markus Pierson has done it again. I can not get enough of this man's work. Someday I think the world will look at his body of works and hail him as a genius of epic proportion.
He never fails to amaze me. His grasp of the simple beauties and pleasures in life make me feel as though I am blind to the world.
It also drives me to work at my painting and writing more than almost anything else.
"Everything to Me" by Markus Pierson
"Through my spectacles I see everything, and thus I see only you, for you are everything to me."