Symona Colina
A painting is like a window in a blind wall "NOW" ...is that moment in which we fall into the deep end. Holding a line of love and life in the palm of our hand. Where one starts off with a point then follows the line… following the comprehensive wind… As an artist, a visual artist I hold the brushes in a steady drumbeat to the canvas. Touching the canvas, as lovers do. Tumbling and falling into the never-ending profound blues ahead... following the burning desire to be united with the rainbow-colored tunes carried by the wind. Songs of Freedom, songs of Ice and Fire... Songs to See... I hold the horizon onto the tip of the brush, seeking brightness in the shades of life. As an artist, a visual artist I read between the lines of perspective opening heart and mind to the boundaries of consciousness and perception. Slipping through the doors of perception where time vanishes, finding a deeper awareness of the world and our place within it. To see what cannot be heard... A painting like a window in a blind wall. A painting, a whisper in the wind. A Door of Perception... Looking twice at the empty bottle laid aside, no message can be found. Wise words are spilled all over...
