365 days of aRt. DAY SEVENTY-FIVE.

i wanted just a little piece of this tragedy
of this tragic situation
to fall
fall into me
and stop me from breathing
you're not in this city
and this angel is crying
this angel is silently losing her wings
she's losing her meaning
she's losing herself

Blog about the piece:
It's been exactly 138 days since we last posted our canvas; 138 days of waiting, healing, struggling. A wrist injury for an artist is like a cardiac murmur for a runner -- the body no longer supports the passion. For me it took away the paintbrush, taking the heart of the artist with it. 365 DAYS OF ART has taken on more than just the material project it started out to be. It's been an outlet for the creatives struggling in a linear world; it's been a source of expression and a chance for us to voice our insides. Yet the best part about this project, is that it's allowed us to connect with all of you. We appreciate your patience, your support, and all the kind words to date. The torn ligaments are still torn, but within this last month I'm finally starting to feel some sort of progress and relief from pain. With this ray of light, CANVAS VOICE is returning at a status of slow and steady. You probably won't see a canvas posted everyday, but we promise that you will see 365 canvases -- no matter how long this may take us. I've been told that my wrist may never be the same again, and that pain may always be a part of my daily intake, but I'm ready and willing to work with this if it means that I can get back to my passion. Today's post encompasses a little bit of that waiting, healing, and struggling that's been taking the place of the paintbrush and the notebook. It's been said that the creatives of this world have it worse -- and I find this to be true. How tough is it to go through a linear routine of black and white without some sort of creative outlet? This routine that's been filled with -- cubicals, white walls, polluted air, computer screens, stuffy atmosphere, superficial conversation, empty promises, etcetera, etcetera, fill in the etcetera to the routine you need an outlet from. The point is, you begin to lose yourself without the use of this outlet we call passion. Here's to today, DAY SEVENTY-FIVE of passionate living. It's so good to be back.