safe harbor

Existentialism it seems is the underlying obsession of my Celf but the actual secret it hides is the thread it hangs from for why it does strive and that is….the need for acceptance but only once actually understood for the whole of the Celf 

Symbols become the most reliable language but not the letters kind— more the archetypes created within the individual inner stage with the marked tabs from whence they germinated; the experiences they were born from 

No words ever say what is happening inside 

the very nature of an artist is individual 

I am stuck upon this thought. Within the context of the sense of the conflict of what that statement means. 

and broken fingers. and dyslexic words that are nonsense acrobatic symbols that dance in three dimensions off the screens and paper.

where to put thoughts. In the light? To be defined and misunderstood; to volunteer the self as target?

that is simply illogical and a terrible waste of silent years in search of ….purpose 

Can you imagine a camouflage artist? Can you imagine camouflage art? Like Magic Eye with the secret codes hidden ….?

I met a six foot seven man once who liked to paint miniatures and asked of my art— as one over a foot and a half smaller than him I paint huge mural sized art 

it is somewhat funny but I mean my point seems that I am demonstrating that my need for self expression seems to be a clear need to …. be seen —in a huge way but also only on my own terms. I can stand behind a six foot canvas and hide with no problem and whatever the mural shows is enough to tell the universe that I exist 

with broken fingers and dyslexic literacy a chasm and sound proof walls dull the voiced screams, choked with tears never shared and fast suppressed once recognized and categorized 

Nothing to see here, 

           but lift the veil and there ….

 where shall we put our worlds?—perhaps we just need a spot in some tucked away unassuming place we can imagine to be all we need to let the celves come out