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...I let the darkness wash over
Every part of me that thought
Perfect was the goal
I let go of the dogma that told me
There was only one path to take
I found the light
Already there, waiting to break through
And then I reached for my blues
Those soul colored hues that seemed
Way too naked for paintings and poems...
- An Excerpt from the Poem
About Black Blum:
"This painting was the beginning: trusting my own artistic process, being ok with making mistakes, and becoming comfortable with not knowing what will happen next and embracing that. The process of creating this painting began to inform my writing...it started years of re-examing my work and my voice. I began to learn why the act of being creative keeps me up at night. It is not my job. It is exactly who I am, and it refuses to stay in the dark."