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36x22x2 - Mixed Media
My Strive
By Carolyn Faulkner
Upon a sharp and silver line,
Two separate worlds and selves align.
Above, a figure carved from text,
Unsure of what is coming next.
Made out of notes and borrowed sheets,
An artist fearing their own defeats,
Walking a high and narrow ledge,
Right at the dark night’s heavy edge.
I hear whispers that my craft is fake,
A hollow path I chanced to take.
Below, the hidden shadow gleams,
Inverted in a sea of dreams.
A vibrant rush of pink and blue,
Where deeper, brighter truths break through.
The upside-down reflection glows,
Defying what the imposter knows.
For though the paper feels so frail,
The colorful depths will soon prevail.
The canvas bleeds with honest grace,
A sacred, self-creative space.
The strive is learning how to stand,
Between the sky and painted land.
To trust the hand that holds the brush,
Above the critic’s heavy hush.
A divine gift that heals and makes me whole,
A sacred spark placed within my soul.
Creating what God puts on my mind.
In worship with every stroke, and every line.
To know the vision is my own,
Not just a fragile title blown.
No longer just a borrowed word,
The artist's voice is finally heard
--> Artist Website: www.mamacarolynsart.myshopify.com
--> Instagram: www.instagram.com/Mama_Carolyns_Art
--> Facebook: www.facebook.com/MamaCarolynsArt
36x22x2 - Mixed Media
My Strive
By Carolyn Faulkner
Upon a sharp and silver line,
Two separate worlds and selves align.
Above, a figure carved from text,
Unsure of what is coming next.
Made out of notes and borrowed sheets,
An artist fearing their own defeats,
Walking a high and narrow ledge,
Right at the dark night’s heavy edge.
I hear whispers that my craft is fake,
A hollow path I chanced to take.
Below, the hidden shadow gleams,
Inverted in a sea of dreams.
A vibrant rush of pink and blue,
Where deeper, brighter truths break through.
The upside-down reflection glows,
Defying what the imposter knows.
For though the paper feels so frail,
The colorful depths will soon prevail.
The canvas bleeds with honest grace,
A sacred, self-creative space.
The strive is learning how to stand,
Between the sky and painted land.
To trust the hand that holds the brush,
Above the critic’s heavy hush.
A divine gift that heals and makes me whole,
A sacred spark placed within my soul.
Creating what God puts on my mind.
In worship with every stroke, and every line.
To know the vision is my own,
Not just a fragile title blown.
No longer just a borrowed word,
The artist's voice is finally heard
--> Artist Website: www.mamacarolynsart.myshopify.com
--> Instagram: www.instagram.com/Mama_Carolyns_Art
--> Facebook: www.facebook.com/MamaCarolynsArt
