I measured the space mentally. A grid appeared in my mind and the angles and curves presented themselves to me. I slouched towards the left and began to spray the paint onto the wall from the bottom left to the upper right in a circular motion. Everything else fell into its place. Each letter had the proper distance from each other. Each letter was legible. On the side of my piece I wrote a note, it read:
I have found myself, off to find my brother.
The piece – the letters spelled out the name I had given to myself at thirteen years of age, CROW. My parents had divorced at that time and one night out of sheer boredom mixed with rebellion, I went out to paint. It felt so good that I kept on doing it. By this random act of vandalism, I found something truly powerful, raw expression of self and creativity in forward action. Each piece would multiply by the minute. It filled a gap within me – a void that I needed to be filled with purpose of existence. The negativity, confusion, and heavy heart were gone from my mind – at least for that moment - I was too busy painting. Only creativity and manifestation of ideas occupied my thoughts.
I slowly scaled down the backside of the rooftop I painted. I grabbed onto an exterior ventilation pipe and used it to leverage myself.
Now, I understood that while being in a state of creativity, I could see and experience other realms – other realities that are hiding in plain sight but do exist. The only drawback to my creativity was that it is indeed, illegal. But I was leaving that for another time to figure out. At this moment it was time to find my brother.
I looked around my environment. I knew I was in. I had dove into the bird-like shadow.
“I’m inside the crow’s aura,” I said smiling.
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I have found myself, off to find my brother.
The piece – the letters spelled out the name I had given to myself at thirteen years of age, CROW. My parents had divorced at that time and one night out of sheer boredom mixed with rebellion, I went out to paint. It felt so good that I kept on doing it. By this random act of vandalism, I found something truly powerful, raw expression of self and creativity in forward action. Each piece would multiply by the minute. It filled a gap within me – a void that I needed to be filled with purpose of existence. The negativity, confusion, and heavy heart were gone from my mind – at least for that moment - I was too busy painting. Only creativity and manifestation of ideas occupied my thoughts.
I slowly scaled down the backside of the rooftop I painted. I grabbed onto an exterior ventilation pipe and used it to leverage myself.
Now, I understood that while being in a state of creativity, I could see and experience other realms – other realities that are hiding in plain sight but do exist. The only drawback to my creativity was that it is indeed, illegal. But I was leaving that for another time to figure out. At this moment it was time to find my brother.
I looked around my environment. I knew I was in. I had dove into the bird-like shadow.
“I’m inside the crow’s aura,” I said smiling.
∞
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