If sleep evades me
and dreams confuse me
then my WORK
must consume me.
Paint when you cannot sleep.
Paint when you think of running
and that four miles ahead.
In my mind I focus on
my work
and the run flies by.
Paint and the hardships
of striving
and trying to
find that image
melts into the joy of
the canvas
and the colors.
Paint and the run
comes together in your day
with an expression
of only your work
and not the moment.
Dream state
can come and go
but ART is what
is left.
