Stepping Outside Of Myself
I keep wanting to go into the past, I must stay in the present. As I walk it seems I walk more alone in some ways, other ways I am gaining allies. Or at least I think I am. I don't know everyone's agenda. In this place people seem to only want to help when they get something in return. I have always given freely. I am having a hard time trusting my world. It is a world that changes. Drifting up and down the waves, my mind creating the tempest. I want comfort. I want nurturing. Something that I only get from the spirit. Human touch is absent from my life. I don't know if I know what love is, but I search for it. I look for it in my art. A stranger in my world.
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The personal blog of artist Shaun Gamache, where he will talk about his work, poetry, upcoming shows, and much more.