10.13.2008

No Longer A Blank Canvas

A stroke of green depicts the mosaic of experiences life presents, good and bad.

A stroke of red representing the masked pain of violations of her innocence.

At times, achromatic clouds surface in her world. Some white, others grey and, on occasion, black. Paid dues through the years, through bouts of depression and fragile vulnerability, only to reemerge stronger and wiser, if only they knew…

A stroke of blue signifying the life-changing misery of losing the man and woman who gave her life and unconditional love. Through their patience and wisdom, they taught her to be strong, persevere in spite of dilemmas and setbacks, to give and expect love, be the best no matter the circumstances and command respect.

Pliable like clay at times, hardened by the intense heat of an imaginary kiln that turns her emotions to bisque. Hard on the surface yet desiring to be molded.

A silhouette delicate as porcelain yet under fire becomes as smooth as glass; deflecting the harshness of reality, battling the mediocrity and injustices that stifle even the strongest of men. Shrewdly nudging the status quo to make things fit her plan. Sustained by strength and foresight, she heeds life lessons by coloring outside the restrictive lines that destroy dreams and independent thought.

Bruised but not broken by the seductive yet false nature of lust disguised as love, hidden agendas revealed as dishonesty and lapses in judgment. She’s walked the narrow stairs of right and wrong, good and evil, sanity and madness. Circumvented destruction and death only by the mercy and protection of God.

Stepping back and marveling at the spectrum on the easel…it’s me…always has been…always will be. A prismatic form with hues of brilliant blue and vivid violet creates a rainbow of optimism, determination and abiding love.

What a magnificent piece of work divinely created by God, the Creator of all things good. The one who loved me before I was a notion in my mother’s mind or a daddy’s girl enveloped in my father’s adoration. A life created for a purpose and predestined for success. Driven to love and be a blessing to those who know her.

Not a Picasso but a priceless masterpiece nonetheless. An intense fusion carefully sculpted into a abundantly blessed life.

© MCG 2008

7 comments:

Moanerplicity said...

I get so many things from this piece. But what lingers most from your carefully poetic arrangement of words is this: We all all, each of us, our own masterpiece.

Snatch JOY!

One.

CurvyGurl said...

Hey One! Thanks for stopping by. You're so right, we're all a masterpiece in our own right. Sometimes it take the tests and trials for us to realize it.

Throwing JOY back at ya ;-)!

Jesse Mendez said...

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I want to become friends and I am welcoming you to come over and visit my art blog.

take care and hope to see you soon

CurvyGurl said...

Welcome Jesse! I appreciate your interest. I post the quotes, poems and other stuff from my main blog here. I visited your sites, they're great! I think I'll learn a few things from you. I'll put your links on my Inspiration roll. Thanks!

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clnmike said...

That was very good indeed.