Tears of a Clown
Mask of Tears It is just so easy to cry. It is easier to just drop our responsibilities and cry for all of our regrets. Blaming circumstances or other people for the pain we feel and the mistakes we’ve made. It is much harder to let those regrets and circumstances and mistakes go and move on to the business of making ourselves lovable and building a life full of love in a world of uncertainty. I have always been a crier. A woe is me type who didn’t even have the courage to show my tears. They were always hidden behind a beautiful smile. I started to transform last spring when I became an artist. I have always been an artist, but my earlier work was a mix of divine intervention and the same old stale mediocrity that other people liked. In the past few months my work has become more of a work of self-expression. Beyond the Yellow Brick Road was an expression of my hidden hopes for the future and my very, very, very lo...