Up lifted sorrow

A couple of months have gone by since I’ve painted. I’ve done this before where I went almost four years before ever thinking of painting or thought I would pick up a brush again. As I harnest my sorrow, sadness, maturity, events, emotion,mental clarity , depression, bliss, and everything a normal human should feel, I figured out a new secret key to unlocking my creativity. A key to open new doors of levels to my art somehow I been painting and working in my imagination I think of colors everyday. I create sequences and designs with everything else from these months of no physical labored art I’ve already made dozens of pieces stored in my imagination ready to be birthed soon. I’ve also been passing on my creativity to others but only in real life not social media and it feels more authentic and no one seems to rob or steal my ideas in the real world. . . Singing is still my daily love. Believe it or not I don’t have enough room to store my god given gift’s. I might be gloomy but never bored.

Cristina Jimenez

Thank you A for my tiny flower 🌻 (7)1/2

Constellation light

I noticed connections , chains, and links. Everything was the not as gleam or shiny as the night scale. I myself was shining with the shine of the moon and the light of sun. Those who still wanted to speak of me as I used to live could no longer figure out my new tunnel of tiny specks of bright shining orbit. A mark in the infinite layer of stages built in skyline upward spheres reborn and sent to perceive the maps of earths children. Tuned into dissolvable neptunium ice shields to send out and continue the invisible battle of leach like hybrid humans that still linger in the fields of angelic battles.

Photo by me 🌐🎨🤹🏽‍♀️ Cris Jim