The Dreams of Clouds

The sky is still a shade of blue that I understand.

It's when that blanket of darkness covers all,

that my thoughts are lost to beasts.

They are seemingly innocent-

   but sometimes steal dreams for future use.

((Being anonymous to the stars))

Sailing away to find yourself in the same situation

Which direction does one drift into insanity and reach the island of enlightenment?

::Find me, oh Find me::

Tea Stained Morning

A quilt made of forgotten memories
Who's holes are patched
periodically in dreams.
These Things
These Thieves startle you
while staring at the clouds.

Seems as though time goes so fast that we are never the same person we were a week ago.
I am constantly changing like a rock being eroded by the ocean, changing shape.
At my core, I'm still the same old rock, but my ideas have changed.

I want to make something consistent. Create a consistent theme in my art, yet I want to explore every aspect of what art is. There are people who have found their voices and can share them perfectly with the world.
How do you stay contained why still exploring?
It's such an ethereal line, easy to miss or over shoot.

someone once told me that I should just do the same painting, over and over again but in different styles. Maybe I will try this.