By Michele Spector
I cram too much knowledge,
This brain’s overcrowded,
With facts, figures and such.
I yearn for some relief,
From these left-brained notions,
Entertaining my muse,
With three dimensions of,
Line, color, even form.
When I mistakenly believe my creative world has dried up after too much study, or Life Interruptis, it calls to me from the very depths. As I burn out, and become incommunicado, I look for a route out of this overwhelmed state. Then I have the insatiable desire to eat color with my eyes and disappear into a non-linear place. It doesn’t let up till I grab some pastels and paper, and dive right in. To my relief I rediscover that this world where I reconnect, not only reforms me into a functional human being, but has actually waited quite patiently for my return .