My fingertips hurt from guitar stings. Now and again a desire to express my inner thoughts can push me to try mediums of art I don’t feel gifted for. My lack of talent doesn’t stop me from pushing myself into outer boundaries even when I hear my own thoughts tell me to stop.
Like a small child, I plunge my hands deep into paint buckets. Pulling them out I just wait for God Himself to show me the canvases I am to put my fingers upon.