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Confessions of a Content Artist


I am a painter

More often without canvas and paints

than with.

Images and colors dance from my eyes 

to brain. 

Creating magnificence and beauty within.

I am a story teller

more often without paper and pen 

than with.

Stories and words organize themselves

from the images created.

 Amplifying the beauty of paint and words.

I am a dreamer

more often awake and up

then down and asleep.

Utilizing the paintings and stories I create

in my dreams.

I am hopeful.

Because I dream.

I am creative.

Because I paint.

I am thoughtful.

Because I write.  

And I am content. 

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