Anyone that truly knows me
knows that I am a total mush.
Someone that feels more than they should.
Someone that cares way too much about people that perhaps do not care back.
Someone that is empathetic to total strangers
and then does something about it.
It is a curse.
I am a wax plate for these nonstop emotions.
I let them permeate my day
my moment
and my work.
When I am feeling for someone's personal Hell Hole
it effects my work.
It becomes one with me
until I can do something about it.
And do something about it is
what I have always done.
Giving back is not words
or lip service.
Giving back is finding the one way
that people do not expect
or even ask for.
It is a comfort thing
and a caring thing.
It is a small gesture
or an anonymous grand gesture.
It is being there
or giving space.
It is caring enough to be sensitive
to what the person needs
and never ever asking to be recognized for it
or even acknowledged for it.
It is just doing it because it needs to be done.
Bringing it into my work is the true challenge.
If I am painting lighter and happy
I must not let it consume me.
If I am darker and richer
it always does.
