The world looks different through the eyes of an artist. Then again, we all are artists in our own ways, as we each possess a talent in how we express ourselves. The process usually begins at a young age, no matter if its crayons and paper, or those who make all the world a stage. Those who may be less extroverted may turn to the written word and eventually put pen to paper, while others find a niche amidst almost countless different kinds of mediums.
The world around us is a showcase of awesome beauty, and our minds hold onto the images that stir our souls. Artists have labored for centuries to reproduce the wonders they have beheld, and their attempts to capture the Hand of God at work have inspired countless others to try as well.
We all have the ability to visualize things in our minds, and how each of us attempts to communicate what we see is as individual as our own fingerprints. I began taking art classes in 8th grade and continued all through high school, so I got exposure to many different forms of art. While I was an avid user of pencils and markers in my younger years, lately I have been more involved in the expression of words to create mental images. The automotive art encompasses a wide array of talents, all of which are sources of joy to me, but alas, I am the master of none of those skills.
In contrast, my wife holds a degree in art, with her main focus on photography. Her knowledge of the Masters stretches far beyond my own, but her talent for capturing an image through her camera never ceases to amaze me. Her mind is constantly juggling the effect of colors and shapes, and she finds expression for this through her quilting. The stitching together of carefully selected textures and hues is tedious and time-consuming, but the labor of love carries that passion of her “inner artist” along with every length of thread.
Trish has constantly found ways to help me see the world from her perspective, and she has encouraged me to express myself in many forms so that she might better understand me. It has been a journey of discovery for us both, and one that has greatly enriched our lives.
Inspired by the “rteest” that loves me so well, I composed this poem.
“Colors of My Heart”
Life can be like paintings
Some bright and some dark
Some bursting with vibrant pigments
Some so empty and painfully stark
The canvas begins clean and blank
As we learn through our early years
Our brushes find the swirl of colorful smiles
And the blotches from the stain of tears
Our feelings paint the things all around us
Like the cheerful flowers in bloom
The spring rains and the winter snows
Even the long nights full of gloom
Some of us labor long and hard
As we strive to teach children of our own
Sometimes neglecting the canvas of ourselves
Until we’re sure they’ve matured and grown
But nothing is more somber
Than the artist who paints all alone
For their palette of emotion slowly turns gray
No other eyes to see, or smile to show
Then like a radiant angel
Into the studio of my life you came
With caressing brush strokes you worked such magic
My canvas of happiness has never looked the same
Through tears of joy I asked how you found me
Gently you replied that you knew me from the start
And painting the mural of love was simple
Because you used the colors of my heart
© Timmy Green – 5/4/2001