Talent

My paint, canvass, and brushes have remained dormant ever since I spent part of a Saturday trying to release my pent-up talent. Apparently, that pent-up talent had escaped earlier without my knowledge or consent. The results of my labor of love were, shall we say, less than the expressions of an artistic genius.

But my paint, cavass, and brushes still stare at me inquisitively from the corner of my desk, wondering when I will come back to release them from their little cardboard prison. I am keeping the box they came in on my desk to serve as a constant admonition that I should stop thinking about it...ACT! I will. But not now.

I would like to paint some wildly colorful lizards, resembly only slightly the real thing found in nature. I admire the real thing's beauty, but there's something alluring about the brilliantly colored beasts that one finds in Mexican import stores. I'd like to translate the look of the fired-clay folkcraft into brilliantly interpreted semi-abstract paintings.

It's too bad that I cannot readily transfer the images in my head to canvass...or, for that matter, to paper, clay, steel, wax, marble, or any other material suitable for art. Perhaps I should stick to what I sometimes think is my talent, writing. But that talent, which could have blossomed had I exercized it and regularly taken it out from its dark drawer, is rather wizened these days for lack of use. I occasionally try to take it out for a burst of exercize with this blog, but like the discipline that fails to materialize when I attempt to lose weight or change bad habits, my discipline is short-lived.

My sister-in-law from Boston just called, but my wife is busy doing something important like watching a talent show on television, so she asked that her sister call back at 9:00 pm...10:00 pm Boston time.

I'm fresh out of talent and ideas and energy, so I will cease this for a while.