the picture I dreamed to paint…

when I was a young child, I loved to look at paintings… my mother would take me to the metropolitan museum of art where I would see all these pictures. I would stand before these pictures dreaming of the picture I would paint…. until one day they drew me in… to a point in which their dynamism would mesmerize the curiosity of other senses in me. this would move me at an older age to cast my self into moving pictures where I would work as a storyboard artist drawing pictures for movies… a vocation, I thought, was the best stepping stone to direct the movement of my big picture. however, this did not happen because as I attempted to move towards the direction of my movie trans-morphed into a new frame… of mind which grew in me an awareness of the interplay of transfiguration… that synthesized my very being into a painter who could paint a picture like the one there before me…. where as a young child I stood dreaming…. and it is now that I see that the picture I had dreamed to paint… to be a painter painting a picture that is the painting I call my life.