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Physics of the Abstract

On Monday, August 21st ,2017, much of the United States looked at the sky. We gazed high above us at the wonder we call the sun. It shined down on us kissing us with a celestial rarity…an eclipse. Many planned excursions, parties, ,and some even mapped out their doomsday. I stood outside with colleagues. I also gazed up, holding my breath as the clouds rolled over the orange beguiling orb. I shaded my brow and looked away to only see spots. In an instant my mind wandered to you.

My mind tried to piece together your day. My mind tried to meld with yours as the hour drew closer to the lunar and solar overlap. My heart valves opened and closed like many times before, but now the rhythm was in triple time. My mind cast an image of us looking at the Heavens clasping hands. My hand ghosted the air close by. I am wake. I am alone. The moon now imperfectly lays itself across the sun. Clouds enveloped it like a shroud. My eyes squint. I pull out my phone and rattle off a few notes to your dedicated number. The moment has passed. Society lets out a collective sigh. We all pile back into buildings and back into cars.

For moments we were all together and in unison. I looked down at my phone, “Miss you.” That message usurps a thousand eclipses.

xoxo

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Alchemy of Creation

 

Alchemy. Taking blank material and transforming it into something else, is fairly spectacular. Sometimes the intention is not even apparent. This creative process is very interesting and inspiring.

There is such a unique beauty to go from blank canvas to an explosion of color or a creative vibrant script. I hope for the rest of my life to transform my truth into a reflective image.

xo

Original Work: “JSN” 12×14, acrylic on canvas, 2017

Check out more of my work at 19art81.com .

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Imagination in Abstract Thought

The beauty of creation lead me here today. I don’t know if I truly accept this. I am a part of a tribe. A tribe built on color, texture, and imagination. A visual epilogue of brilliance. Am I worthy of such mental dexterity? Do I tremble before my forefathers of thought? I am beholden to this refuge of peace. Oh, to be with others who see the same vision as I do. What a beautiful thought.

For years I took for granted what was gifted to be. For years I hid like a scared animal, craving the limelight but was intimidated by the glare. Our voices should be heard, so they are added to the spectrum. Yes, we may be turned away. To only those who are blind.

That is okay. I want to be seen, from where I create.

@christinamariewatkins